Fairy Yuechan Finds the Flower of the Great Dao, About to Descend upon Douluo and Take Tang San's Head

Perfect World, Eight Realms of the Lower Bound

Although the Eight Realms of the Lower Bound were merely a corner of a vast desert sea compared to the Upper Realm's three thousand provinces, they were still incomparably expansive. Desolate Domain alone covered an astonishing several million li.

At this moment, sunlight filtered through thin clouds and poured over the land. Golden rays illuminated the mountains, lakes, and forests, while a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere filled the air. The breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and the fragrance of distant flowers, refreshing the mind and spirit.

The Heaven Mending Sect of the Eight Realms of the Lower Bound was considered one of the Eight Regions' strongest factions, for it was a great sect that had come from the Upper Realm.

The Heaven Mending Sect stood within a treasured land surrounded by mountains. The spiritual energy here was so abundant it was unbelievable. From a glance, the verdant peaks and azure sky intertwined into a picturesque scene of poetic beauty.

Within the Heaven Mending Sect's territory, disciples cultivating could be seen atop every major peak.

Some sat cross-legged, while others stood motionless. A faint golden glow radiated from their bodies, showing that they had entered deep meditation. From time to time, disciples flew through the air on swords, their sword tips slicing across the sky and leaving behind tiny spatial cracks.

Atop the Heaven Mending Sect's tallest peak stood a magnificent grand hall.

The hall had been built from an unknown black stone and exuded an ancient, mysterious aura. Its doors and windows stood open, revealing a woman dressed in a pure white gown seated cross-legged inside, cultivating.

This woman was Fairy Yuechan. Her long hair was smooth as silk and naturally draped over her shoulders. Her oval face was fair as jade, and a noble air showed between her brows. Though her eyes were closed, one could still imagine the brilliance they would display upon opening.

Fairy Yuechan's figure was slender and well-proportioned, her collarbones clearly visible. A veil of pink gauze covered her face, adding another layer of mystery to her beauty.

Her long gown clung close to her skin, outlining her graceful curves. Its hem gently fluttered with her breathing, like a blooming white lotus. Her hands rested upon her knees, and a faint golden glow shone from her fingertips, showing that she was cultivating with complete focus.

Even the surroundings seemed to become tranquil and peaceful because of Fairy Yuechan's presence. The wind quietly brushed past the mountain peak, as though unwilling to disturb this fairy.

Sunlight streamed through the doors and windows onto her body, draping her in a golden halo. The entire hall was filled with a sacred and solemn aura, as if it were the dwelling place of immortals.

Just then, Fairy Yuechan suddenly opened her eyes. Her gaze was as deep as the sea, gleaming with the light of wisdom.

She slowly rose to her feet, her long gown drifting gently with her movements, light as clouds. She walked to the window and watched the disciples cultivating outside and the cultivators flying through the air on swords. A trace of surprise appeared on her face.

She looked toward the distant void, uncertainty crossing her expression. She sensed a mysterious power calling to her, yet she had no idea what it was.

The feeling made her somewhat uneasy, yet also filled her with curiosity.

Fairy Yuechan's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she pondered the source of that mysterious power. Her heartbeat seemed to quicken along with its summons, as though an unknown destiny awaited her.

She could not help muttering inwardly, What is going on? Could it be that my masters in the Upper Realm are calling for me? That power is simply unimaginable. Could some ancient secret treasure have reappeared in the Great Wilderness?

Fairy Yuechan's heart was filled with doubt and curiosity, but she did not hesitate for long. She lightly stepped down, and a powerful force lifted her into the air, allowing her to fly.

She flew through the air toward the direction of that mysterious power.

Fairy Yuechan's figure traced a graceful arc through the sky, like a white cloud drifting freely beneath the blue heavens. Her long hair fluttered softly in the wind, while her white gown glimmered beneath the sunlight, making her appear even more holy and beautiful.

Seeing Fairy Yuechan flying through the air, the male disciples on the various mountain peaks all raised their heads to look at her, their eyes filled with infatuation. Many of them were seeing her fly for the first time and could not stop marveling.

"Senior Sister Yuechan is simply too beautiful!" one disciple could not help praising.

Another disciple nodded in agreement. "That's right. Senior Sister Yuechan is not only beautiful as a celestial fairy, but her strength is also astonishing. She can even fly through the air without relying on a flying sword!"

The gazes of these male disciples were filled with passion and worship. In their hearts, Fairy Yuechan had long become a mythic figure.

Some female disciples, however, watched Fairy Yuechan's departing figure with envy on their faces. They knew that no matter how hard they tried, they would never reach Fairy Yuechan's level.

Under the gazes of countless disciples, Fairy Yuechan's figure vanished beyond the horizon. Her heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity as she sought to uncover the source of that mysterious power.

As she flew onward, the scenery around her constantly changed.

At first, there was a range of rolling mountains, their peaks towering into the clouds as though piercing the heavens. The trees between the mountains were lush and verdant, brimming with life.

As Fairy Yuechan flew higher and higher, she gradually left the mountains behind and entered a vast plain.

The plain was carpeted in green grass and blooming flowers, presenting a beautiful pastoral scene. At its end stood a dense forest, its trees tall and straight, their branches and leaves luxuriant. Deep within the forest seemed to hide countless secrets and mysterious powers.

Fairy Yuechan continued flying onward, her speed growing faster and faster. The scenery around her swept past before her eyes.

In just half a day, Fairy Yuechan had crossed a distance of several hundred thousand li. She flew over mountains, forests, plains, and canyons, yet the sight before her still left her utterly shaken.

She looked down and suddenly saw a sea of flowers.

That sea of flowers actually grew at the end of the Black Sea, connected to the horizon as though it were the entrance to another world.

There was a small island upon the sea, standing alone amid the endless Black Sea. It gave off a feeling of solitude and mystery.

Fairy Yuechan could not help gasping in amazement. She could sense that this place seemed to have reached the edge of the world, as though one more step forward would lead into an entirely new world.

The feeling left her both nervous and excited, eager to discover what secrets lay hidden at the end of this world.

The sea of flowers grew along the island's edge, reflecting one another with the Black Sea. There were countless varieties of flowers within it, growing one after another in dense clusters and forming an ocean of blossoms.

When the gentle breeze blew past, the petals swayed softly, as though dancing a graceful dance.

Fairy Yuechan stopped in midair and stared at the sea of flowers. She could sense an exceedingly ancient power contained within it, as though that power had existed for countless centuries alongside heaven and earth.

This confirmed her suspicions even further. That mysterious power came from here.

Fairy Yuechan drew a deep breath and adjusted her state. Then she dove down into the sea of flowers, her figure tracing a beautiful arc through the blossoms like a light swallow soaring through the air.

The sea of flowers was vast, stretching dozens of li as far as the eye could see.

Fairy Yuechan moved through the flowers, her figure appearing and disappearing among the blossoms as though she had merged with the sea of flowers itself. She examined the flowers one by one, attempting to find the source of that power.

Finally, she discovered that the power came from a black flower at the edge of the sea of flowers. Its petals were tightly pressed together, with specks of light flickering across them one after another.

Fairy Yuechan extended a hand and lightly touched one of the petals.

At that instant, she felt a powerful force surge from the petal and flow into her body. The force was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, as though it could draw a person's soul into itself.

A look of surprise appeared on Fairy Yuechan's face. She had not expected this power to be so strong, nor to be filled with such unknown danger.