Remote Small World.
The rain-soaked stone steps of the mountain path gleamed with a dark green sheen. Cheng Su, dressed in an ordinary Daoist robe, climbed step by step. The rain-washed stairs were spotless, while the mountain mist lay so thick it could not be dissolved. All was silent around her; she could hear only her own breathing and footsteps. Somewhere on the rocky slopes, an old pine could no longer bear the weight of the raindrops, and a drop fell onto her robe, spreading into a damp stain.
After walking for a while, she suddenly saw a faint golden glow filtering through the mist ahead. With a sweep of her sleeve, she brushed aside the thin fog and finally passed through it, beholding blue skies, sunlight, towers, pavilions, and terraces, as though heavenly palaces had fallen into the mortal world.
After rounding several bends, she stopped before a stone archway.
"Dragon Palace..."
Many legends about the Dragon Palace circulated in the world. Some said it did not exist at all and was nothing but rumor, while others swore they had entered the Dragon Palace, worshipped the Dragon Statue, and seen many people and animals within.
Cheng Su knew that the people in the Dragon Palace were all demonic beasts that had taken human form. Not just anyone could find the Dragon Palace.
A small figure suddenly stepped out from behind one of the stone archway pillars. The boy had a head full of short, spiky hair, with several half-green, half-red wild fruits riddled with wormholes hanging from it.
The boy straightened himself and cupped his fists in salute.
"Greetings, Sect Master Senior. Flower Demon Sister and Tree Grandfather said you would ascend soon. Is that true?"
Cheng Su returned the salute with a smile.
"It is. Before ascending, I