Putt-putt-putt—
The broad Flying Carpet drifted slowly through the empty sky.
The Ragdoll Fox gripped the tassels along the Magic Carpet's edge and poked her head out to look down, her little tail raised and swishing contentedly.
Compared with ten years ago, the Xuanhuang Small World was now far more alive.
The gray-white sky had long since shed its old, oppressive leaden hue, replacing it with a soft sheen tinged with pale yellow. It felt like the first ray of sunshine falling on clouds on an early spring morning, bathing everything in warmth as it spilled over the land.
The golden crow wood seeds the You Zui Hunter Team had planted ten years ago had all grown under the combined influence of time and magic power.
Those once-slender green networks had become crisscrossing rivers of green.
Seen from above.
Amid the rolling mountain ranges, golden crow wood grew in vast forests, its dark green crowns overlapping like enormous plush carpets spread across the gray-white earth. The trunks were jet-black, their bark covered in fine golden patterns—the traces of fire-aspected spiritual essence flowing through the wood. Every evening, these golden markings would begin to glow faintly, turning the entire forest into a bed of glowing coals that warmed this chilly world.
Yan Hua had once taken Poseidon flying at night, and she had witnessed that sight. The golden crow wood swaying gently in the night breeze resembled streams of flowing magma, radiating the contradictory sensations of coolness and searing heat at once. It had left a deep impression on her.
At the foot of the mountains, between the river valleys.
Clumps of tall, silvery-white reeds swayed in the wind.
The hunter team had named them dragon whisker reeds because they looked like clusters of swaying dragon whiskers. They were a naturally