Mili Heaven, Mingling Island. Mountains rose and fell, green vegetation carpeting the land.
At the center lay a small lake, its surface smooth as a mirror.
Not far from the shore stood a sturdy tree covered in long aerial roots.
Specks of starlight flickered within its enormous canopy, as though countless fireflies were hidden inside.
As the lights blinked on and off, layers upon layers of aged, gentle voices drifted out. "Wu Neng'er, the Human Demons are coming. Take your younger brothers and sisters and leave."
At that moment, a group of strange little people half the height of a man stood beneath the tree.
They wore loose clothing woven from green leaves and translucent cloaks patterned with Silver Veins. Their eyes were pale gold, their hair snow-white, and their features quite handsome.
Wu Neng'er, the little person at their head, frowned. The orange-yellow flame Flower Dimple on his forehead flickered uncertainly.
"Grandmother, if we leave, we leave together. We can't let you stay behind alone to face the Human Demons." Wu Neng'er looked utterly stubborn.
"Good child..." Grandmother's voice was filled with relief.
"I have lived on Mingling Island since the day I was born. Everything I have is here. It is hard to leave one's homeland." She sighed, yet there was a trace of resolve in her voice.
"Then we won't leave either." Wu Neng'er immediately said.
"The Human Demons may be vicious, but it's not as though we have no Divine Abilities. Who lives and who dies in the end is still uncertain!" he said fiercely.
"Right, we won't leave..."
"Right, it's still uncertain..."
The little people behind him all nodded and shouted their agreement.
"Haha, you are all my good children." Grandmother laughed in relief.
"If the enemy were ordinary, then with your help, perhaps we