Although Xiao Hua had yet to fly onto Fubo Mountain Range or see the so-called Lost Star Palace, everything he had encountered from the Meteor belt until now had already brought him immense gains—far more useful than any journey of experience.
When Xiao Hua flew out of the mountain range's shadowy outline and reached the sky where he could look down upon all the mountains, he smiled again. The summit of this range was not a mountaintop at all, but a stretch of wave-like hills, somewhat similar to the rippling water he had seen in another space before. Except those surging waves had solidified here, and countless palaces stood atop these frozen wave-mountains!
Calling them palaces would be less accurate than calling them strangely shaped reefs! These palaces had not been built together, but were scattered across the peaks. Every one looked different; some did not even possess the outline of a palace. Aside from faint lights of various colors seeping from their protrusions and hollows, they truly differed little from reefs.
"No need to say more!" Xiao Hua said helplessly. "Since Fairy Xingyue could call this Star Moon Palace the Star Moon Palace, naturally she could call these ugly reefs star palaces! Hmm, perhaps she herself felt it was somewhat far-fetched to call such exceptionally ugly things star palaces, which was why she named them lost instead! Hehe, Lost Star Palace—these reefs do carry a bit of that affectation of elegance!"
As he spoke, Xiao Hua's gaze fell upon a spot on the mountain. There lay the corpse of a fat, large monk. Was that not the body Ancestor Hongmeng had occupied earlier? At this moment, the corpse's left arm had already vanished, while its other parts were slowly dissolving as well.
"Hehe, so Ancestor Hongmeng came here too!"