At dawn, atop Mount Olympus.
Thin clouds and mist shrouded the entire summit like a veil of the purest, finest white silk.
The morning wind was cold. It swept the moist air inland from the Aegean Sea, only for the towering mountain to block its path and turn it into layer upon layer of mist.
Zhang Xiao stood on a massive rock at the summit. The sky was still dark, with only a faint trace of white along the distant horizon.
Above him, countless stars glittered like sequins scattered across black gauze.
Ring after ring of radiance spread from Zhang Xiao's body like ripples, taking on an ethereal, mysterious beauty as they passed through the clouds.
He looked like an immortal. Any ordinary person who saw him might well have thought a god lived atop Mount Olympus.
After a while, the radiance slowly faded, and Zhang Xiao frowned.
Nothing... Those detection spells reached a long way, but just as the wizards before me found, there really was nothing.
That made sense. Dumbledore had been here too. If it were that easy to detect, the old man would have found it long ago.
Although the younger Dumbledore had been nowhere near as powerful as he was now, he had undoubtedly still been one of the world's greatest wizards.
Zhang Xiao pondered for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.
Gradually, the mist gathered around him. Everything nearby became clearer, and he seemed to vanish from the world, becoming one with nature.
Then he opened his eyes, and brilliant golden light flashed through them.
Having calmed his mind and steadied his breathing, Zhang Xiao pushed his Dharma Eye to its limit.
He looked toward the horizon just as the first ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, gilding the distant clouds.
The Dharma