West Sea, Changhe Island.
From afar, Wang Chen spotted the great island stretched across the emerald waves like a colossal warship. He immediately guided the Flying Ship lower, then left the vessel as it approached the island's outskirts.
Changhe Island was the main island of the Changhe lineage. An enormous restriction array had been set up on the island; unless one possessed a pass granting free passage, flying over the island was forbidden.
Hovering in midair, he flicked out a talisman message.
The talisman message, infused with Mana, instantly turned into a streak of flowing light and shot into the rising clouds in the distance.
Within them, the outline of a majestic peak could vaguely be seen.
Zhouye Peak—the foremost peak of Changhe, and the location of Changhe True Person's Dao palace!
After a moment, the thick clouds surrounding the peak suddenly parted, and a long spirit bridge swiftly extended before Wang Chen.
The spirit bridge was formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, seemingly real yet illusory, like a rainbow.
Without hesitation, Wang Chen stepped onto it.
The next instant, an invisible force drew him along the spirit bridge and straight up to the summit of Zhouye Peak.
Atop Zhouye Peak, an enormous cloudstone jutted out over the cliff. Upon it sat a cultivator in flowing white robes.
The spirit bridge delivered Wang Chen before this cultivator.
The moment Wang Chen steadied himself, he immediately performed a solemn salute. "Disciple Wang Chen pays respects to True Person!"
"No need for formalities."
Changhe True Person smiled faintly and lightly swept his sleeve. "Sit."
A meditation cushion silently appeared beneath Wang Chen.
Wang Chen sat down accordingly.
Changhe True Person studied him for a moment, then suddenly sighed. "I never expected it. I truly never expected it."
Wang Chen