Miao Yan slowly descended, landing amidst the field of flowers.
Step, step, step!
He took large strides, wandering directly through the flower field.
In this moment, within the golden field of flowers, he felt an unparalleled joy, as if his soul had been liberated.
"What an auspicious place!"
Miao Yan murmured to himself.
At this moment, a dove suddenly swept past above his head, its pristine white wings fluttering swiftly as it soared over the flower field.
Miao Yan couldn't help but smile faintly.
Whoosh!!!!
But in the next moment, a gust of fierce wind stirred up the petals. Miao Yan looked up, only to see a golden eagle diving down, its sharp talons already clutching the trembling white dove.
"Stop!"
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Miao Yan extended his hand, instinctively voicing a command to halt.
In that instant, Indra transformed into the eagle, spreading his wings, soaring high above, and casting a cold gaze upon Miao Yan below.
"Naga!"
