Little Huandao.
Although the island was named "Little Huandao," it was actually not small at all.
It was a full sixty or seventy li long. It was a little narrower, but even its narrowest point was over twenty or thirty li across. A spiritual vein several li long also sprawled among the mountains on the island, so the Immortal Ascension Pavilion had set up a small protective array there to safeguard the townspeople living on the island, while also claiming the island for itself.
Today, however, high above this barren island, where cultivators rarely ventured and spiritual energy was thin, an unexpected streak of white light flew by.
Before long, the light flashed and vanished. A fairy in a green-tinged rosy cloud dress, who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen and was exceptionally lovely, arrived on her flying sword and landed steadily at the dock of the island's little town. A dozen fishermen working by the pier stared at her, dumbstruck.
That's right!
The visitor was none other than Xiao Cuier herself—the innocent fairy who had taken a flick to the forehead, had no one to complain to about it, and had ultimately been forced to set off alone, finally making her way to this island.
"Hmm?"
"This should be Little Huandao, right?"
"It sure wasn't easy to find!"
Although the Main God mission scroll had given her directions, Xiao Cuier had still had to go to considerable trouble to find the place.
First, she had gone to register on some island called Kuixing Island in the Chaotic Star Sea. Then, after searching for a long time and asking directions from people several times, she had finally had no choice but to seek out that old man surnamed Yang again. Only after he helped her look into it did