Reaching the Summit

Dragon Breath Mist.

Through the hazy white clouds, pavilions and towers emerged. At the peak of the Immortal Island, the Silver River Waterfall hung high and plunged straight down, while lotus flowers and green stems swayed across the pond.

More and more details appeared...

Liang Qu watched the white mist.

When the Mirage Worm had first breathed out mist, there had only been blurry buildings amid the clouds. Later, Dream Butterfly had revealed a half-veiled Immortal Island. Now, it was truly as though carved from white jade, lifelike in every detail.

The world spun, light and shadows blurring.

A cold wind flowed close to the ground. The mirror-bright white jade floor reflected their faces.

Liang Qu gripped Fubo in one hand and spread the fingers of the other. Faint white smoke brushed past his fingertips.

There was wind!

Previously, apart from the sensation of riding the wind when entering and leaving the island, only white clouds had moved upon the Immortal Island. Every other sight had been deathly silent. For wind to suddenly arise now was no accident.

Liang Qu turned his head.

"Do you feel anything?"

Little Mirage Dragon was twisting through the air, light and nimble, like a white ribbon dancing in the sky. At the question, it curled up, closed its eyes to sense its surroundings, then abruptly raised its head toward the cloud-shrouded summit.

It sensed something! Something seemed to be drawing it toward the hazy mountaintop.

Liang Qu took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

A Mirage Dragon...

"Come on. Let's go up and take a look."

Third Prince spun in a circle, rising and falling like a fish swimming through water.

With Riding the Clouds and Mist, the White Jade Stairway that had once been as impossible for the Mirage Worm to