Two Heavenly Kings Cook Up a Feast

Before them stretched a green plain.

A clear river.

A distant snow-capped mountain.

An ancient Daoist temple.

Above the temple, black characters on a white sign read: Three Heavens.

Clouds drifted past, ethereal as immortals. The words Three Heavens appeared and vanished among them...

"Three Heavens! Three Heavens!" Dragon Head murmured. "The Three Heavens he spoke of were hidden above the thirty-third floor."

"This isn't the real Three Heavens. If I'm right, it's a clue," Lin Xiaosu said.

"Telling us the real Three Heavens is on a snow-capped mountain like that?"

"That's the only explanation... Maybe you can capture this scene somehow, then compare it against records to find out where the mountain is."

"You take the picture! I'm leaving the search for the Three Heavens to you, too." Dragon Head looked at Lin Xiaosu, his expression grave.

"All right!" Lin Xiaosu took out the Dragon Eye and captured the image.

Suddenly, he spotted a tiny black speck.

It disturbed neither the flowers on the plain nor the clouds in the sky, yet every hair on Lin Xiaosu's body stood on end.

That speck was the butterfly he had encountered once before—the one that had sent him flying with a beat of its wings.

The butterfly drew closer...

"It's coming!" Lin Xiaosu breathed.

The instant those words left his mouth, that familiar pressure swept over them, blotting out the sky.

Lin Xiaosu's heart lurched. He seemed to sense the butterfly's intent to kill. Last time, it had merely beaten its wings to drive him out. This time, it unmistakably meant to kill.

Just then, Dragon Head raised a hand, revealing a jade pendant in his palm.

As soon as the pendant appeared, the butterfly's crushing pressure vanished without a trace.

It skimmed lightly across the sky and settled on the