Two days later, Mu Duo arrived at the spaceport. Returning to her shop on the second floor, she removed her sunglasses and saw many Daoist Immortal cultivators disembarking from another ship through the glass. Men, women, old, and young traveled in groups as though on a tour. Once they had settled their lodgings, they headed off in twos and threes to visit the Heavenly Court.
She accepted the fruit wine handed over by a clerk, took a small sip, and watched the crowded, clamorous spaceport hall.
The White Dragon World hanging upside down in the sky gradually began to blur into illusion.
It had never existed in the same dimension as the Primordial Main World, relying entirely on Mu to link the two worlds. In a few days, that connection would sever. In truth, the separation process had begun long ago, and her friend Bai Yujun was too focused on calculations to leave.
After arranging several years' worth of plans for the shop staff, she set down her wineglass and headed for the divine tree bridge. She had to journey away with the White Dragon World.
When she reached the divine tree connecting the upper and lower worlds, she found it truly overcrowded. Most travelers wore uneasy expressions.
Looking back, she could see the flower on the horizon, continuously releasing ripples that lured humans, demons, monsters, and ghosts toward it. Though they knew it was dangerous, they still wanted to gamble on an opportunity and their fate at the lotus. What if they succeeded?
The most prosperous White Dragon World was about to close. Those with sharp noses had all sensed the stifling oppression in the Primordial Main World—mountain rain was coming, and the wind had already filled the tower. The old core members who had followed Bai Yujun in