The faint movement in his arms seized Tongtian's full attention.
Instinctively, he drew his arms in, holding the warm little body more securely.
The sharp aura flowing around him receded until it was nearly nonexistent, and even the Immortal Light softened like morning mist at dawn.
Su Miao's long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings a few times before slowly lifting.
Her lively black eyes were still veiled in drowsiness,
watery and misty, carrying the confusion and innocence of someone who had just awakened.
Unconsciously, she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists and let out a kitten-like whimper,
completely unaware of how adorably endearing she appeared in the eyes of her Three Masters.
"Awake?"
Tongtian's voice lowered unconsciously, turning extremely soft, as though afraid of disturbing her.
Su Miao answered vaguely, rubbing her little head against his chest,
as if she wanted to linger a while longer.
The next instant, her movements froze.
An indescribable presence—vast and majestic, yet incomparably gentle—
wrapped around her like a warm tide.
That presence was pure, ancient, and sacred,
bearing an irresistible affinity, yet also containing a dignity that inspired awe.
She instinctively raised her head and looked toward its source.
With just one glance, she froze completely.
All remaining drowsiness vanished without a trace, like thin mist scattered by sunlight.
Her large eyes, still hazy moments ago, widened round,
clearly reflecting the breathtaking sight before her.
What kind of mountain range was this?!
Endless mountains stretched into the distance, like countless slumbering Ancient Dragons coiled across the earth,
their momentum reaching the heavens, their shadows blotting out the sun.
The mountains were not a single shade of lush green, but displayed strange, flowing, brilliant colors.
At their peaks, pure white snow blended with shifting rosy clouds;
around their waists, ancient emerald forests were