The golden glow was not piercing, yet it carried a power that could penetrate everything, making him seem like a celestial being upon the mortal realm.
For Lu Xuan, this pitch-black darkness mattered little compared to the brightness of day.
Every step of the stairs, every speck of dust at the corners, was clearly reflected in his eyes.
Lu Xuan's steps remained steady, walking step by step on the dust-covered stairs, each footfall light enough to be silent.
From the first floor to the third, only the faint sound of wind in the old stairwell accompanied him, until the last step to the fourth floor, where familiar iron chains reappeared in view.
They remained heavy, tightly locking the entrance to the fourth floor, mirroring the sight of the iron door on the first floor.
Without hesitation, just a light clang was heard, and the iron chains broke again, falling heavily to the ground, scattering tiny dust.
