Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Isabel, who had disappeared earlier, now reappeared inside a room filled with monitors. This room was located behind the main stage, with large screens displaying various angles of the venue, particularly the stage where the performance was taking place.

Her eyes scanned each screen, then stopped at one that showed a group of people lined up neatly behind the stage. There were more than a hundred of them, dressed in dragon costumes colored yellow and red. From their appearance, the first dance group to perform came from the China Alliance with their legendary dance, the Heavenly Dragon Dance.

Among them, a man wearing the headpiece of the dragon costume took a deep breath. His face looked slightly tense, sweat trickling down his forehead, but his eyes remained focused. In his heart, he counted down, trying to calm himself.

"Huftt… stay calm… just like before. Move forward and dance," he murmured softly, as if encouraging himself.

3… 2… 1…

"Ha… go!"

He ran from behind the stage, quickly ascending the stairs and emerging under the bright lights. The people forming the dragon's body followed him with well-trained movements. Initially, the dragon costume felt heavy, but as soon as they started moving, the weight seemed to lighten, as if the energy of his teammates behind him was flowing into him.

"Dragon Dance, Code 1!" he shouted loudly.

With agility, he leaped into the air. His eyes locked onto the row of pillars prepared as stepping platforms for the dancers. He had to ensure his footing was precise—one small mistake could disrupt the harmony of the dance.

"Focus… don't make any mistakes."

The voices of his teammates echoed behind him, reminding each other and carefully coordinating their steps. Spotlights followed their movements, making the long dragon they formed appear more alive, as if it were truly dancing in midair.

Cheers erupted from the audience, further fueling their spirits. The enthusiastic shouts swept through the entire arena like a wave.

"Dragon Dance, Code 4!"

Once again, the man shouted a command. He jumped onto the highest pillar, his body suspended in the air for a brief moment before landing perfectly. Behind him, his teammates followed with equally agile movements.

"Push… activate the skill!"

The commands continued to ring out, guiding them like a rhythmic pulse. They all knew that the large and heavy dragon costume could only be controlled with precise speed and skill to make the dance appear more graceful and fluid.

"Keep going! Three more minutes! We have to give our best performance!" he shouted with determination.

His cry was instantly met with an equally fiery response. The dancers behind him moved with even more agility and harmony. They all understood the importance of this moment—they had to give their best, dancing as if this were their final performance.

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In the audience seating, Shen Yu sat calmly, his sharp eyes watching the dance unfold on stage. The massive dragon moved gracefully, its body weaving between the tall pillars, resembling a living creature dancing in the air. Every movement appeared so real to him, as if this were not just a performance but the presence of a true dragon.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he narrowed his eyes at the dragon. "They also know about the Dragon?" he muttered quietly.

For a cultivator like him, dragons were not just symbols or myths—they were sacred beings with noble bloodlines inherited from ancient times. How could a newly developed world like the Divine Sky Realm possess knowledge of dragons?

His gaze sharpened further as he tried to see more deeply. Through his inner vision, he could detect the human figures beneath the dragon costume. Each member of the team worked hard to keep their movements synchronized, bearing the heavy weight of the costume, and creating the illusion of a living dragon. For a moment, he felt a sense of admiration. "Interesting," he murmured, nodding slightly.

Boom…

Boom…

The sound of fireworks echoed, illuminating the stage sky with colorful lights. Thick smoke billowed, momentarily obscuring the dragon before the pounding drum rhythm reignited the atmosphere. Each beat was so powerful, resonating as if directly striking the chests of the audience. Shen Yu's heartbeat synced with the rhythm, creating an indescribable feeling.

"First Brother, doesn't this resemble the Mighty Dragon Dance from the Leilong Clan?"

A soft yet inquisitive voice came from beside him. Shen Yu turned to find his younger sister, Rong Yu, looking at him with a curious expression. She was not one to discuss trivial matters, but since she was one of the sect's core members, he could not simply ignore her question.

"Yes," he replied briefly, his voice deep and calm. "I'm also curious how they know about the Dragon."

"Heh, Rong Yu… I told you, just come here! See for yourself how vast this world is!" A spirited, heavy voice came from a sturdy-built man sitting next to them. He was their second younger brother—a muscular young man with an energetic and fiery temperament.

Shen Yu no longer responded to the conversation. His focus returned to the stage.

The dragon dance grew even more mesmerizing. With the help of special devices, the dragon's body appeared to hover freely in the air, spinning gracefully, making it seem more alive. The spotlight danced across the golden and red scales of the dragon's body, creating a dazzling shimmering effect. Around them, the audience's cheers roared, never-ending. Several flying objects—small drones with cameras—captured images from various angles and displayed them on the massive screen above the arena.

Two minutes passed, and the performance reached its climax. The final movements were executed flawlessly before the dancers gradually retreated, leaving the stage with pride.

Moments later, Isabel reappeared at the center of the stage. With confident strides, she stood under the spotlight. Her clear, enchanting eyes glanced toward the audience, as if greeting each person one by one.

Shen Yu, watching her, slightly narrowed his eyes. "Do they possess Elf blood?" he muttered to himself.

The girl's face bore a unique beauty, with delicate features and an elegant aura that was hard to ignore. However, despite her resemblance to Elf nobility, he could not detect any trace of Elf blood within her.