In the lunar world of black, white, and gray, the splash of green showing through the opening was strikingly vivid.
Yun Wanlan put away the Jade Talisman and turned to glance at Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing.
She nodded once.
Then she went in first.
Her figure passed through the edge of the ring of light and stepped onto the other side.
Chen Hao followed her through.
Chen Siyao tightened her grip on the Recording Crystal and went in.
Yang Wanqing was last. As she crossed the ring of light, she glanced back at the gray lunar wasteland, the black sky, and the ancient stone tower faintly visible in the distance.
Then she turned back and crossed over.
The instant her feet touched solid ground, all her senses reset at once.
First came the air. It was normal again. Breathing returned to its familiar rhythm. Yang Wanqing felt the change clearly as she landed.
Instinctively, Yang Wanqing took a breath through her nose.
Cool. It carried an unfamiliar scent of vegetation. Unlike the smell of plants on Blue Star, it was crisper, cleaner, and a little sweet.
"Yaoyao! I can breathe!"
Chen Siyao noticed it too. She shut down the energy-circulation breathing system inside her body and switched back to breathing normally through her nose. Air flowed smoothly into her lungs.
There was air here.
But that was not what stopped her in her tracks.
It was the sight before her.
Floating Island.
One, two, three—countless islands.
Islands of varying sizes hung in midair. Beneath each were exposed rocks and trailing vines, while rolling terrain covered in plants, trees, shrubs, and grass lay above.
Some islands had wooden buildings with sloping roofs and corridors, built in a style she had never seen. Others held only a few enormous trees.
Some