Longing, Entering the Tower, Refining Pills

After eating all the fuzzy peaches in the inn's back courtyard, Ao Qianyu received a letter from the Grand Elder.

The Dragon Tower atop the peak of Dragon Valley had been built up to the sixth level. It was time to go home and undergo its trials.

Wang Xian had been restless these past few days, always wondering whether Heaven would come after him.

Ao Qianyu told Wang Xian about the Dragon Tower.

She said earnestly, "Since you're feeling so unsettled, brother, why not go to Dragon Valley and try the tower's trials? Even if you leave afterward, you won't have any regrets."

Xiaobai chimed in too. "You're a dragon as well, brother. You should go have a look around Dragon Valley."

Wang Xian patted his head and laughed. "It's a shame I missed the opening of the Dragon Pool."

Ao Qianyu gave a wry smile. "Even if my grandfather came back, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to do anything... The spiritual energy accumulated over a hundred years has been exhausted. It'll be at least fifty, maybe a hundred years before it opens again."

Wang Xian waved a hand. "No rush."

And so, on a midsummer's day, the three of them left Falling Flower Town and headed for Dragon Valley.

As they walked through the mountains, Wang Xian felt a profound stillness between heaven and earth.

Far away, it seemed as if only a single mountain remained, stretching beyond sight, majestic beyond measure.

Even from several miles away, he could still clearly make out the three ancient-looking characters.

That showed how the words "Dragon Valley" must have gathered the intent of heaven and earth.

They even seemed to hold a rich, profound Dao resonance.

The legendary Dragon Valley, the place he had dreamed of visiting, lay right before his