Where witches appeared, Sky Islands rose.
Aside from the Siberian witches' peculiar fondness for digging burrows, witches all over the world loved Sky Islands. Even those Westerners who liked building castles on the ground loved floating castles.
Floating castles, spell-bats flitting through the air.
For a time, there had been countless vampire legends in the West. The witches over there spent roughly a hundred years searching for vampires. They chased legends, followed sighting reports, and eventually discovered: "So we were looking for ourselves!"
Western witches loved capes, ladylike attire, and black-and-red color schemes. Add floating castles, bats, crows, mist, and so on, and at first glance, they were vampires.
There were similar stories in the East as well.
Eastern witches sought immortals and pursued the Dao, only to discover that it was also "their own people" brewing potions in cauldrons. The final outcome was a little different, though—brewing potions in the wilderness felt great in the moment; afterward, it was three months squatting in the police station.
The dragon Cheng Yu carried Jiang Han and Li Li down onto a platform. Once they had landed on the Sky Island, she lightly shook herself. Dragon scales and dragon flesh slowly slid away, dissolving into black-and-red magic power. Cheng Yu returned to human form, forcefully tore the dragon horns from her head, and tossed them into the air, where they too dissolved into magic power.
She took a breath, vigorously shook her head, then reached into the air and grabbed a witch's hat out of thin air before placing it on her head.
Noticing Jiang Han's slightly startled expression, she flashed a smile that bared the rather ferocious teeth on the left side of her mouth.
"It's a specially modified spell. I couldn't use the original level-eight or level-nine Transform into Dragon—it