Stepping through the starlit gate opened by the Dream-Weaving Immortal, we tumbled onto a dry lakebed. The cracked mud dug painfully into my knees. I helped the Brocade-haired Mouse to her feet, looked up and around, and found it hard to believe my eyes.
"Is this... really the Jade Pool?"
The immortal lake of legend, with its boundless blue waves, had vanished, leaving behind only scattered puddles reflecting a gray, overcast sky. The winding corridors were mostly collapsed, and the white jade balustrades were choked with withered vines. In the distance, what should have been the Flat Peach Orchard was now reduced to a few charred tree trunks.
Chapter 151