Chapter 131: Little Fairy Blossom

"In the past three months, the Starry Sea Holy Mansion has received numerous petitions. Not long ago, the Nine Venerables also sent me a letter, and the contents were identical—all concerning the very same matter."

The young man opened his warm palm.

A swirling mist of spiritual vapor floated upward, from which rose a miniature, seven-colored, hazy world. It was spherical, surrounded by wisps of celestial aura.

"This is the Jian God Realm."

"Back then, Jian accidentally strayed into the mouth of the Zhouyuan Star and discovered numerous golden worlds, which were eventually carved up by the Thousand Realms. This particular one is the primordial source realm, now known as the Jian God Realm."

"Can we go inside for a look?" Little Huang asked, her sweet, delicate mouth pouncing with a charming pout, her large, distinct black-and-white eyes brimming with boundless vitality.

"What I hold in my hand is merely a projection; the true God Realm resides in the Starry Sea and has yet to rise."

"The Jian God Realm? Is there truly an opportunity to attain sainthood within?"

Feng Shang was extremely curious. On his way back from the Flower Sea, he had encountered a black-haired boy practicing archery in the dark-universe space and had learned of the legends surrounding the Jian God Realm—a realm that had captivated the minds of all factions since antiquity.

"In the previous epoch, a predecessor who explored the God Realm multiple times asserted that there are indeed earth-shattering opportunities within, though the right time had not yet come. According to my divination of the celestial numbers, with the dawning of the new era, special changes are occurring within the God Realm," the young man sighed.

Recently, various emperors and heaven-reaching figures among the cultivation realms of the Greater Thousand had continuously issued petitions. Meanwhile, in the distant Vast Heaven Great Morning Realm, ancient immortal-vein families that previously had no connection whatsoever were simultaneously requesting the Nine Saints to open the Jian God Realm.

Clearly, these major figures had all sensed certain premonitions in the dark and wished to seize the initiative.

Qing'er and the others were shaken. It seemed the opportunities within the God Realm were of extraordinary magnitude, as the absolute strongest factions in the mortal universe were scrambling to send their descendants there.

"In past openings of the Jian God Realm, the competition has always been fiercely intense. Even without opportunities for sainthood, the realm harbors heaven-defying spiritual treasures and divine mineral veins. Moreover, every one hundred thousand years, the God Realm births a supreme treasure, and some have even brought out naturally formed ultimate-grade tribulation weapons."

Anecdotes about this realm had always been widespread. For many ages, the cultivation realms of the Greater Thousand had fought over it, and now, with the participation of the immortal-vein families from the Vast Morning Realm, turbulent winds were rising.

Qing'er thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Master Wuming, let me go to the Jian God Realm as well."

The young man shook his head.

"Miss Qing'er, your souls have flaws. To step into the Jian God Realm, the very first barrier is to undergo the baptism of golden light. Natural constitution, realm, and soul—if even one of these falls short or crosses the threshold in reverse, you will be weeded out."

"What? Qing'er, your souls have flaws?"

Feng Shang was taken aback.

"It is of no consequence."

Seeming surprised that the young man had exposed this, Qing'er froze slightly before shaking her head. "It is due to our bloodline. Ninth Grandpa said that as time passes, the flaws in our souls will gradually be mended."

"How come I didn't know?" Feng Shang asked suspiciously. Using his innate, sharp perceptive awareness to probe, he found that the soul auras of the three girls were flawless, without any discernible imperfections; he surmised the flaws must lie in the most minute details.

Feng Shang had been unaware of this matter, but upon careful thought, it wasn't as though there were no signs.

When Nine Stars had brought Little Huang and the others back, they were still in swaddling clothes—their large eyes crystal-clear, carved like jade and as white as snow—and had been conditioned with star-refining celestial energy ever since childhood.

Feng Shang had thought it was just laying down their foundations, but thinking about it now, it was likely meant to mend the physical and spiritual deficiencies of Qing'er and the others.

"The descendants of emperors are uniquely endowed by nature, and I heard that this generation is even more flourishing, with several proud talents who have fused extraordinary super-cores. Brother Feng Shang must be very careful when you go to the Jian God Realm."

Learning that she could not go, Qing'er anxiously exhorted Feng Shang.

"Will *that* person be going?"

Hearing this, Feng Shang couldn't help but think of the black-haired boy in the dark-universe space. He was of a similar age to Feng Shang, yet had already stepped into the Decapitator Realm. When all ten of his meridians opened, a single arrow shattered a fragment of the void, a peerless talent indeed.

"Who? Who is making Brother Feng Shang worry so? Could it be some little fairy blossom in the Flower Sea?" Qing'er's eyes flashed, and seeing Feng Shang somewhat lost in thought, her acute intuition connected it to something.

"What little fairy blossom?"

Feng Shang cast a peculiar look at Qing'er. He was thinking of an accidental encounter with a peer; what did that have to do with the Flower Sea?

Seeing this, Qing'er lowered her head. Her lovely eyes, resembling a quiet spring flowing beneath the moonlight, were clear and serene as she whispered softly, "It was Qing'er who thought too much."

***

Flower Sea, Heavenly Snow Peak.

The dwelling place of the Dancing Goddess was blanketed in pristine white snow, adorned in a coat of silver. The palace at the summit was perpetually cold and austere, yet at this moment, a small figure was bustling about within.

Bai Xiatian walked barefoot with tender, white little feet, a purple wind chime tied around her ankle. Treading through the snow, she hurried back and forth continuously across the snowy domain, attracting the curious gazes of many flower spirits.

Inside the cold, austere palace, white mist and chilling frost drifted across the floor. In the center, atop a frosty bed, various bundles of all sizes were piled up, presenting the unmistakable posture of preparing for a long journey.

"All done!"

Bai Xiatian pointed with a nimble finger, directing a large bag of objects that descended with a *thud*, landing right at the top of the pile of bundles. Inside it were snow jades mined from the deep veins of the snowy domain.

According to what Feng Shang had said, similar spiritual mineral stones were hard currency in the mortal universe.

They could be exchanged for a considerable amount of money.

Even if funds ran short on this trip, these snow jades would sustain her for quite some time.

"Everything is ready." Bai Xiatian packed her bundles, carefully tied the openings with threads of spiritual power, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Store."

Bai Xiatian took two steps back and gazed at the small mountain with a great sense of achievement. With a soft cry, a deep blue ring on her delicate hand emitted a faint glow.

In the blink of an eye, all the large and small bundles were stored away.

Knowing she was going out on her own, the Dancing Goddess had specially refined this ring for her; not only could it store items, but it was also a protective treasure.

"Next, I need to go ask the Dancing Goddess for an entry token. The light barrier of the Haze Realm is too sturdy; my cultivation is not yet enough to shatter it. To get out, the only way is through the Goddess's personal token."

"Let me think, the Dancing Goddess seemed to mention I should look for her in the Flower Sea Pure Land..." Bai Xiatian muttered, raising her fair wrist where a faint mark rested.

This mark had been left by the Dancing Goddess. The Pure Land Holy Ground was a forbidden zone of the Flower Sea, and unauthorized personnel were forbidden from stepping into it casually. Without this mark, one would instantly be blasted into ashes by lightning tribulations.

She had heard that the Little Goddess Flower was currently blooming for the first time, and the seven Flower Sea Grandmothers were all guarding her there.

"Where is the Spiritual Earth Holy Ground?"

Bai Xiatian wrung her brains, tilting her head to ponder deeply for a moment, yet she still couldn't recall the route. She had accompanied the Dancing Goddess to the Pure Land before and memorized the way, but trying to recall it now, her mind drew a blank.

"Aiyah, Sister Bai, if you don't know the way, I can take you there!"

At the doorway of the palace, a small green leek that had been watching for a long time waved its vibrant green leaves. Blinking a pair of illusory eyes it had conjured, it called out to Bai Xiatian.

These little flower spirits spent their days making no progress, roaming the mountains, visiting friends, exchanging gossip, and laughing heartlessly.

When it came to familiarity with the Flower Sea, even some immortal blossoms couldn't compare to them.