ACHOOOOOOO—!
The tremendous sneeze didn’t come from a Frost-Giant or a Sea-Dragon.
It came from the Floating Jade Cloud Island docked at the 500th floor of the newly erected Dry-Well Heaven-Pillar Tower, right beside the original Sweet-Spring Spirit Well!
With a flash of golden teleportation light, Pei Xuan, Hong Ling, Old Wei, Old Guo, Boom-Pot Sun, and Ao Ming stepped down from the 10,000th-floor orbital deck and landed in the old village courtyard.
“What blew up?!” Boom-Pot Sun shouted automatically, pulling down his brass welding goggles and holding up a pot lid. “I swear it wasn’t my stove this time! I left the Blood-Siphon Fiend on low simmer!”
“It wasn’t your stove, Fat Sun—look over by the well!” Old Wei pointed his broadsword toward the warm spring basin.
Right where the central World-Origin Qi Ventilation Shaft of the Heaven-Pillar Tower connected to the original Sweet-Spring Well, a bubbling puddle of pure, undiluted Rank 7 Golden World-Origin Magma-Spring Water had overflowed onto the white jade cobblestones.
And lying right in the middle of that priceless golden puddle—snoring with all four legs kicked out in the air and his chin resting on an empty sack of turnip cakes—was Old Yellow, the lazy, bald pack-camel who had carried Pei Xuan’s baggage into the desert on Day 1!
