Living Dead Position

The fragrance of chili and meat mingled, drifting through the courtyard.

Oolong lay beneath the table, his two black eyes round as marbles as they darted back and forth between Liang Qu and Su Guishan.

Liang Qu picked up a slice of meat with his chopsticks and tossed it to him.

This summer.

Heavenly Water Morning Dew had appeared over the Jiang Huai Great Marsh, accompanied by the phenomenon of Immortal Island Above the Clouds.

Afterward, he had asked his granduncle and learned that, in his later years, Grand Ancestor Da Li had believed the words of wandering sorcerers in his pursuit of immortality. He had hoped to use the Mirage Dragon's Innate Divine Powers—the ability to Spew Mist to Create Dreams—to create a Dream Realm Dynasty and achieve eternal life.

The outcome had not been pretty.

The immortal island had shattered, turning reality into illusion.

The Mirage Dragon had fled while near death, vanishing without a trace.

Thereafter, the Jiang Huai Great Marsh had lost one wondrous spectacle, while the Da Li dynasty had suffered grievous harm to its vitality and seen its lifespan drastically shortened.

It had been like drawing water with a bamboo basket—nothing but emptiness in the end.

Fortunately, the Ze Cauldron was reliable. The Mirage Worm had obtained Dream Butterfly and unearthed this relic from history.

Every seven or eight days without fail, Liang Qu relied on the Mirage Worm to enter the immortal island and temper his True Gang, while also training the Mirage Worm's ability to climb the White Jade Stairway.

He hoped that, within the limited time available, it would soon crawl to the peak of the immortal island and see what the palace truly looked like inside—whether there were Mirage Dragon remains left behind, or even living great demons of the