The sun rose slowly, its morning rays gradually blanketing the giant dragon.
The dragon didn't hesitate, chasing after the sun.
But just as Little Fish had tried to catch the moon before, the dragon flew for a long time, yet the distant sun seemed forever out of reach.
With no other choice, the dragon stopped in mid-air.
"Perhaps we're going about this the wrong way," Lingyi said suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"We shouldn't be destroying these illusions. We should destroy what's real in this scene—the thing that truly holds the Authority."
Hearing Lingyi's suggestion, Little Fish was still a little confused.
'Real things? What here is real?' Looking at the various scenes pieced together, Little Fish couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.
"You don't need to look. The real thing is right in front of you." Lingyi told Little Fish to look down at the sea.
A ferocious dragon was hovering above the surface of the water.
