The dream twisted, shattered, and disappeared.
Liu yitiao woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was not on the hidden Dragon Island, nor was he in the myriad treasures Palace. Instead, he had landed on the mountain peak of an unknown desolate Island. The blue sky and white clouds were above his head, and the sea waves were boundless. The hidden Dragon Island in the distance had already disappeared from the surface of the sea, leaving only a faint shadow. The distance between him and the hidden Dragon Island was not getting closer, but further.
The setting sun set on the horizon, sprinkling tens of thousands of golden rays on the sea, sad but magnificent.
Xia Pingan sat cross-legged beside him. The cage that contained Liu yitiao was gone. He lay on the ground beside him and regained his freedom.
