HLnovel Chapter 171 Cloud Dream Spirit Island
Chapter 171 Cloud Dream Spirit Island
Mo Ming sat on Meng Ling's broad, warm back, looking up at the distant horizon. A cool sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty dampness, blew against his face, as if whispering secrets hidden at the far end of the ocean.
The sound of Dream Spirit's wings flapping was steady and powerful, carrying its strong aura, each flap seemingly shattering the air and creating a slight vibration.
Meanwhile, Xiong Da and Xiong Er, sitting tightly on Meng Ling's back, would occasionally lower their heads to sniff the air. To them, this unfamiliar area seemed to contain unpredictable dangers.
A golden light flashed past, and Little Gold gently hovered in the air, guiding the team.
Its golden wings reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, like a guiding lighthouse. Mo Ming glanced down at the map on his wrist; they were flying towards the sea.
As Mengling flew even lower, the sight before him made Mo Ming involuntarily hold his breath.
The first thing that catches the eye is that magnificent forest, which the bracelet's map shows as the Misty Primeval Forest.
A lush green expanse stretches along the edge of the vast coastline, like the earth's last barrier, massive and majestic.
The forest stretches from the land to the coast, reaching just a dozen meters from the sea. The dense trees stand tall like warriors, their canopies intertwined to form a thick, green wave.
From afar, the forest's outline resembles a massive city wall, its verdant peaks occasionally rippled with light and shadow by the passing wind, like some kind of ritual to summon the power of nature.
A thin, grayish-white mist rose from the forest. Unlike ordinary sea fog that only floats on the surface, it permeated the entire forest, drifting erratically.
The fog softened the intensity of the sunlight, giving the forest a more mysterious and gentle feel than other places.
Mo Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. The trees were not any kind of plants he was familiar with. Some of the trees had canopies like huge umbrellas, with layers of branches and leaves, like a green sky.
Others, however, stand tall and straight, seemingly stretching endlessly towards the sky. They are deeply rooted in the earth, silently telling a long history that does not belong to modern civilization.
There seemed to be some kind of vibrant life hidden in the forest. Although they had not yet gotten really close, they could still see some bird-like creatures flying through the trees.
Their calls were clear and melodious, as if communicating some kind of secret language between humans and nature, a language that seemed to transcend the heavens. And not far from the sea, several tall, deer-like creatures cautiously stretched out their bodies, sniffing the fine sand on the shore.
Mo Ming took a deep breath and felt that the air was filled with an unsolved natural scent, fresh and mixed with the fragrance of earth, with the slightly sour and salty sea breeze invading it, as if this forest was guarding some ancient secret that did not belong to modern humans.
“The misty primeval forest…” Mo Ming murmured to himself.
His expression instantly turned serious—despite the allure of the scenery, no one would believe that such an ancient and secluded place was entirely safe. After all, this was an area unexplored and undeveloped by survivors, fraught with unknown dangers.
Just then, Xiao Jin's cry came from ahead, pulling Mo Ming back to reality.
He looked up and saw Little Gold suddenly nimbly flip and spin around, whistling softly in their direction, as if reminding him that there was a more important target ahead.
He glanced down at the map, then patted Mengling on the shoulder. Mengling understood and continued flying forward, swiftly skimming over the forest and heading towards the sea.
As the distance grew further and further, the misty forest seemed to be gradually swallowed up by the vast sea breeze, and what appeared before their eyes was a shimmering sea.
As far as the eye can see, the sea is like an endless blue ribbon, reflecting a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight.
Before Mo Ming could recover from the magnificent sight, he suddenly saw a vague outline emerging on the distant horizon—it was an island.
As Mengling flew closer, the island's appearance was finally fully revealed, leaving Mo Ming speechless.
The first thing that catches the eye is an incredible harmony and beauty. The entire island is completely covered in greenery, like a piece of emerald emerging from the ocean, possessing a vitality and awe-inspiring aura that cannot be described in words.
From a bird's-eye view, the lush trees on the island are clearly layered. Some trees growing on the ridge stand tall like soldiers in formation, while others are denser near the lower terrain, forming a green carpet-like forest.
Beneath this unrestrained growth of nature, the coastline appears incredibly gentle.
The island is surrounded by a ring of fine white sand beaches, the grains of sand as white and soft as snow, meeting the clear, transparent lines of the waves. The tide gently washes over the beach, as if soothing the entire island, immersing it in the tranquility of the sea.
A little further in, Mo Ming quickly noticed several winding streams dotting the island.
These streams, like the lifeblood of a river, extend down from the majestic mountain in the center of the island, converge in the low-lying areas of the surrounding jungle, and eventually flow to the sea, forming a natural landscape.
The mountain peaks are perpetually shrouded in wisps of white mist, adding to the island's mystique.
Even more breathtaking is the sight of a huge natural lake beside the mountains, its waters shimmering with a jewel-like turquoise hue from certain angles.
The lake's surface is as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the surrounding trees and blue sky, conveying a sense of pure tranquility and beauty without the need for words.
Above the sea, several seagulls spread their wings and soared, their sharp cries echoing in the sea breeze. Each flap of their wings drew an arc that resembled an elegant symbol drawn by the sea and sky.
They nimbly skimmed across the waves, occasionally diving close to the surface to feed on schools of floating fish, splashing up tiny droplets of water.
Further away, some unidentified flying creatures came into view. Their figures were completely different from seagulls. Some of their wings emitted a strange glimmer of light, and some of their tail feathers trailed a silky sheen, making them appear mysterious and dreamlike.
The sea breeze envelops them, like a silent guide, allowing these lives to roam freely across the sky, adorning this vast and boundless ocean and sky like elves.
Mo Ming checked the map with his bracelet and found that the island was marked as "Yunmeng Lingyu".
He raised his head and looked at the island before him again, as if the name had been tailor-made for this paradise.
The name "Yunmeng" evokes the dreamlike atmosphere of the place, while "Lingyu" perfectly captures the mysterious and elusive aura of the island.
Somewhere on the island, there were also some faint blue lights, adding to the fantastical atmosphere.
“Yunmeng Lingyu…” Mo Ming repeated the name softly, his eyes filled with emotion.
Perhaps... this is what love at first sight feels like!
Compared to the misty primeval forest he had seen before, this island gave him a completely different feeling.
It not only gave him a sense of pure beauty that blended with nature, but it was also like a kind of calling, as if the entire island was silently welcoming their visit.
“If we move the shelter here…” Mo Ming murmured to himself, “perhaps it would be the perfect choice.”