Xuanhuang Small World had no living water, but it had the jade-belt river formed from the vital essence dispersed by dragon skeletons; it had no living wind, but it had Gang Qi stirred up after the Dragon Skeleton Aura dissipated.
It had water and wind.
So it had clouds.
At that moment, clusters of silvery-white clouds drifted above the mountain range where the You Zui Hunter Team stood. Torn by the fierce winds, they revealed scales, claws, and shapes like little dragons at play. They chased and devoured one another; the small grew smaller, the large grew larger, rolling and gathering until they blotted out the light.
When fireworks rose from another distant mountain range, a wisp of white vapor descended from the largest cloud. Like Dragon Saliva, it fell without deviation and landed precisely on that stone.
The young hunters of the You Zui Hunter Team were focused on the fireworks, so naturally no one noticed the stone that had just rolled in behind them, nor the wisp of white vapor falling from the sky.
The white vapor was like a carving knife. It touched the stone and cut a thin seam into it. As Fatty Xin's voice rang out, the seam silently split open like an opening eye, revealing a silvery-white pupil within. It gurgled as its gaze lightly swept over the hems of the young wizards' robes and their boots.
It was very cautious and did not let its gaze travel any higher, afraid of alerting the young people.
Sure enough, none of them turned around.
Then Zhang Jixin's voice sounded.
With that eyeball as its center, web-like cracks silently spread across the stone. White vapor slowly seeped out along the cracks, forcing the stone apart and revealing its form. In an instant, it transformed into a