Li Juntang stood at the ship’s rail, gazing at the dreamlike island before him, his very breathing becoming cautious. Sunlight filtered through the towering ancient trees, scattering mottled light across the mossy ground. The air was thick with a strange floral fragrance --- sweet as honey, yet carrying a faint, refreshing sharpness. The soldiers behind him could no longer restrain themselves. One by one, they set down their weapons and reached out to touch the hanging vines --- vines adorned with crystal-clear fruits, like clusters of purple amethysts, refracting dazzling brilliance beneath the sun. “Your Highness, look at that tree!” one of his personal guards cried out in amazement. That giant trunk was covered in spiral patterns, resembling a naturally formed staircase. Within a hollow grew luminous fungi, illuminating the surroundings as brightly as daylight. A few squirrels with wings leapt down from the treetop. Their wings, as they fluttered, scattered glittering mote...