A month had passed since the Dragonkind of the Four Seas entered the Mountain-River Realm. Now Feng Yan, the Dragon Lord of the East Sea, stood atop an unnamed mountain in this world with Jiang Lang and the brothers Ji Zi and Ji Ming, who had long since awakened.
Of course, most of this world's mountains and waters were unknown to them-or rather, no one had ever named them at all.
Clearly, they had reached another entirely new region.
It was night. Mist shrouded every mountain and forest in sight, and what lay ahead interfered somewhat with their spiritual intuition. The mist stretched on without end.
The four dragons waited quietly there. When night passed and morning light illuminated the land, the mist gradually faded, unveiling extraordinary splendor.
The beauty of those mountains surpassed that of almost every place they had seen over the past month. Beneath the morning light, certain places naturally took on a sheen of rainbow radiance, while others shimmered with flowing light.
The four dragons rose from the summit and flew toward the place where the radiance was most pronounced. It was another mountaintop, where the morning light seemed to gather.
They flew over without stopping, but could still see fluorescence flickering within the cracks in the rocks, where spiritual energy gathered without dispersing.
"Is some heavenly treasure being nurtured there? Does the Immortal Venerable know?"
Ji Zi looked over, a trace of longing in his eyes. Yet the clouds driven by the Dragon Lord did not stop, continuing onward instead.
"Whether Yi Daozi knows or not, this is all his grotto-heaven world! Can cultivation truly grant such immense power when taken to its utmost heights?"
The first half was the Dragon Lord's reminder to Ji Zi. The latter half emerged as a murmur, tinged with