CHAPTER 1171: CHAPTER 775: FLOATING CLOUD CITY

White clouds floated in the void, leisurely and serene.

From a distance, there were at least a dozen floating clouds, each spanning dozens of feet, upon which houses were built, constructed from the clouds themselves, simple and unadorned, yet full of vitality.

On one of these clouds, children could be seen running about, stepping on the clouds and chasing each other. The clouds were irregular, undulated like little hills, rising one or two meters.

A few children started playing hide and seek, shouting excitedly, then diving headfirst into the clouds, embracing them to cover themselves, hiding within the cloud layers.

A little boy, as exquisite as carved jade, hopped around in the clouds, reached into the white clouds, and soon pulled several children out.

"Xiaohei, you’re so good, I hid so well, yet you still found me."

"Next time, I’ll hide deeper."

The found children giggled, sitting on the clouds, swinging their little feet, chattering away.

However, Xiaohei obviously hadn’t found everyone yet, his big, bright eyes searched around, his ears twitched suddenly, and he pulled apart a bulging white cloud, shouting, "I found you!"

The white cloud, like cotton candy, was torn apart to reveal a small head made of elm wood.

Youmeng was crouching inside that cloud, covering his eyes with his tiny hands, muttering softly, "You can’t see me, you can’t see me..."

"I can hear you!" Xiaohei flicked Youmeng’s forehead.

"Doesn’t count, doesn’t count, I didn’t hide well."

Youmeng lowered his hands and crawled out of the cloud, looking disappointed.

"Haha, if you stayed quiet while hiding, it would’ve been better." Xiaohei said.

"Right, where’s Erha? I didn’t see him."

Youmeng stood on the cloud, looking around.

Xiaohei ran around the cloud and suddenly saw a particularly round cloud looking out of place, he smirked and ran over, kicking it with his foot!

Thud!

The cloud was kicked apart, revealing a round bottom.

"Ow!"

Erha jumped out from the cloud, rubbing his backside, wincing.

"Who told you to kick my butt?" Erha shouted.

"Who told you to hide in the cloud with your butt sticking out?" Xiaohei laughed heartily.

Erha pouted, rolling over the cloud.

"And Sister Li, I haven’t seen her." Youmeng said.

"She’s the best at hiding, definitely digging tunnels in the clouds, let me see."

Xiaohei leaped high, somersaulted, and dove headfirst into the cloud like a dive, crawling and swimming agilely through the cloud as if he were swimming underwater.

After circling a few times, Xiaohei soon shouted, "I knew you’d be here!"

He uncovered the cloud, revealing a tunnel like an underground bunker, from which Li Qianluo emerged, crawling out from the cloud’s hole.

"Xiaohei is still amazing." Li Qianluo said with a cheeky smile.

"Let’s do it again, it’s my turn to catch this time!" Erha rubbed his palms, eager to start.

"Okay, okay!"

The children found earlier cheered excitedly, scattering quickly, running into the shifting clouds.

...

Xiang Beifei sat atop the highest cloud, watching the boisterous children below, a knowing smile creeping onto his lips.

These clouds were all "Mustard Seed in Palm."

He spent half a year, working with Fu Yuzi and others from the tribe, nurturing the "Mustard Seed in Palm" to about three hundred feet.

The "Mustard Seed in Palm" was unique, controllable by all humans, even children, albeit with faint control abilities, enabling them to hide within it, swimming like in water.

He divided the first batch of "Mustard Seed in Palm" into several parts, building different houses, moving some people up onto the clouds to relieve Erha’s burden. Otherwise, maintaining such a large city would be quite exhausting for Erha.

One piece of "Mustard Seed in Palm" was used as a playground for the children, fascinating them with its shapeshifting, and every day they played within the clouds.

They could even tear off a small piece of "Mustard Seed in Palm," like snow, to play snowball fights or build snowmen.

The "Mustard Seed in Palm" was highly malleable, becoming hard when controlled properly, fit for play or forming solid houses, and Xiang Beifei ensured this.

"This is the life children should have."

Luo Shanyou sat on a cloud edge, sighing with emotion.

Usually not one for words, he now wore a rare, contented smile.

Children always carried vibrant energy, running innocently and carefree, their laughter crisp and ethereal, contagious to everyone.

As long as a race’s children can laugh freely, it shows the race’s life is stable.

Because someone stands up, keeping all danger away from the children.

Luo Shanyou turned his gaze back, looking at Xiang Beifei, and said, "Before you arrived, I rarely heard such pure laughter from the children."

Once, the Human Race, homeless in the Edge Corner Airspace, had no territory of its own, living in constant fear, unable to sleep peacefully.

But now everything is moving in a positive direction.

They found the "Mustard Seed in Palm," building their territory. This life already brings great satisfaction.

Xiang Beifei smiled quietly, not speaking.