Jiang Yang rose higher, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
A cool breeze brushed his face. The Sea of Clouds surged, bearing several suspended Immortal Islands, with spirit mist curling between them and Rainbow Bridges flickering into view.
This scene, like an immortal paradise, convinced Tai Pei'er that they must have come to the right place. Still, they needed to get closer to confirm it, so she said:
"Let's go."
Seen up close, it was indeed a sight that set the heart swaying.
There were three Floating Islands in all, as though an invisible giant hand had casually tossed them into the void. Slender stone bridges, thin as spider silk, linked them together, their narrow spans hidden within the swirling mist.
Exotic flowers and rare grasses grew on the islands, dotted with spiritual radiance. In the distance, Spirit Cranes cried clearly as they swept past Jade Steps and Jade Towers on beating wings.
Neither of them delayed at the sight. They immediately stepped down onto one of the islands.
Just then, a thunderous rumble came from the horizon, like peals of muffled thunder. The entire grotto-heaven rippled in an instant, like a tranquil surface of water suddenly disturbed.
Tai Pei'er abruptly raised her head, pouring out her spirit sense. Jiang Yang also stopped, warily activating his mystic pupils to scan their surroundings.
Then the two exchanged a glance and both shook their heads, indicating that they had found nothing.
Tai Pei'er frowned and ventured:
"This grotto-heaven is incredibly ancient. The only ones who could be causing a disturbance now are those Purple Mansion True Persons. They must have discovered the golden nature and started fighting over it."
Jiang Yang looked around and said after some consideration:
"We haven't found any traces yet, but I can see changes in