"Chasing a mountain could run a dragon to death..."
Her dragon tail swished back and forth. Guanghan Palace looked distant, but it was actually even farther away.
Bai Yujun truly did not know how Chang'e traveled to Jade Pool every time she went there to perform a dance. Guanghan Palace's immortal isle had looked enormous at first, and it was still enormous now. The higher she flew, the fiercer the freezing wind became.
Bai Yujun swept across the Heavenly River, raised her head, and soared toward the moon.
The silk ribbon draped behind her shoulders fluttered gracefully. With her dragon horns held high, she gazed toward Guanghan Palace. Suddenly, it was as though she passed through some sort of barrier. The power of Taiyin grew denser, and the silver moon before her appeared even more immense, as if the entire sky were filled with silvery-white Taiyin.
"Ha! What a huge laurel tree."
Within the silver moon stood an incomparably gigantic laurel tree, half real and half illusory, its details impossible to make out.
The Moon Laurel Tree's phantom occupied nearly half the Taiyin Star. It was not nearly as small as mortal legends claimed. Actually, it was rather beautiful. Bai Yujun remembered that the Sun Star also had a tree—the Ancient Fusang Tree. It had nothing to do with those foreign place names in the mortal world trying to gild their own faces. It was simply an ancient divine tree.
The floating immortal isle was already visible in the distance, and Bai Yujun accelerated.
A moment later.
Her white cloth boots lightly touched the steps.
"..."
How should she put it? The dragon's feelings were complicated. Guanghan Palace was even more desolate than she had imagined.
Yes, desolate.
Aside from one palace, the enormous floating immortal isle did not even