Fairy Yuechan Finds the Dao Flower, Soon to Descend upon Douluo and Behead Tang San's Dog Head (Please Bookmark)

Perfect World, Eight Realms of the Lower Bound

Though the Eight Realms of the Lower Bound were merely a corner of the desert sea compared to the Upper Realm's three thousand provinces, their vastness was still extraordinary. The Desolate Domain alone spanned an astonishing several million li.

At this moment, sunlight streamed through thin clouds and fell upon this 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 spirit.

The Heaven Mending Sect of the Eight Realms of the Lower Bound was considered one of the most powerful forces in the Eight Regions, for it was a great sect that had descended from the Upper Realm.

The Heaven Mending Sect stood in a blessed land surrounded by mountains. The spiritual energy here was unbelievably abundant. Looking out, the verdant mountains intertwined with the azure sky, forming a beautiful scene as poetic as a painting.

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

Some sat cross-legged, while others stood motionless, faint golden light radiating from their bodies. They had clearly entered deep meditation. From time to time, disciples flew past through the air on swords, their blade tips tearing through the sky and leaving behind tiny spatial fissures.

Atop the Heaven Mending Sect's highest peak stood a majestic grand hall.

The hall was built from an unknown black stone, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Its doors and windows stood open, revealing a woman in a pure white gown seated cross-legged within, cultivating.

This woman was Fairy Yuechan. Her long hair was smooth as silk and fell naturally over her shoulders. Her delicate oval face was fair as jade, and an air of nobility emanated from between her brows. Though her eyes were closed, one could still imagine the brilliance they would reveal when opened.

Fairy Yuechan's figure was slender and well-proportioned, her collarbones clearly visible. A veil of pink gauze covered her face, adding an extra touch of mystery.

Her long dress clung closely to her skin, outlining her graceful curves. Its hem fluttered gently with her breathing, like a blooming white lotus. Her hands rested on her knees, faint golden light shining from her fingertips, showing that she was cultivating with complete focus.

Even the atmosphere around Fairy Yuechan seemed to become tranquil and peaceful because of her presence. The wind quietly swept over the mountain peak, as though unwilling to disturb this fairy.

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

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

She slowly rose to her feet, her long dress drifting gently with her movements, light as clouds. She walked to the window and looked at 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, an uncertain expression appearing on her face. She sensed some mysterious force calling to her, yet she did not know what it was.

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

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

She could not help murmuring to herself, What is going on? Could it be that my masters in the Upper Realm are calling for me? That power is truly 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. With a light step, a powerful force lifted her into the air.

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

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

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

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

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

The eyes of these male disciples were filled with fervor and worship as they watched Fairy Yuechan. In their hearts, she had long since become a mythical figure.

Some female disciples, however, looked at Fairy Yuechan's retreating figure with jealous expressions. 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 an unbroken mountain range. Its peaks towered into the clouds as though piercing the heavens, while 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 covered in green grass and blooming flowers, presenting a beautiful pastoral landscape. At the far end of the plain stood a dense forest, its trees tall and straight, its branches and leaves luxuriant. Deep within the forest, many secrets and mysterious powers seemed to lie hidden.

Fairy Yuechan continued forward, her speed growing faster and faster. The scenery around her flashed past her eyes.

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

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 on the sea, standing there all alone. It was surrounded by the endless Black Sea, giving off a lonely and mysterious feeling.

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 taking one more step forward would bring her into a brand-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, complementing the Black Sea. Countless varieties of flowers bloomed within it, growing one after another in dense clusters and forming an ocean of blossoms.

When the breeze swept past, the petals swayed gently, as though dancing a graceful dance.

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

This made her even more certain that the mysterious power came from here.

Fairy Yuechan took a deep breath and adjusted her state. She swooped down into the sea of flowers, her figure tracing a graceful arc through the blossoms like a light swallow flying 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 vanishing among the blossoms as though she had merged with this sea of flowers. She examined each flower one by one, trying 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 closed together, and points of light flickered across them one after another.

Fairy Yuechan reached out a hand and lightly touched the petals.

In that instant, she felt a powerful force surge from the petals and pour into her body. This power was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, as though it could draw a person's soul inside.

A trace 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.