"Back then, it was only a small island without even a name. Now, perhaps even the island itself is gone..."
Xu Ziyang repeated what the spirit of Bronze City had said, gazing into the distance with a troubled expression.
Lin Bei and Chu Liang, hovering beside him, were likewise looking toward the distant horizon, both frowning. Tilting his head, Lin Bei said, "He called that a small island?"
"It's been so long," Chu Liang said. "The seas turn to mulberry fields. Part of that little island might have gathered here over time."
They had flown around the Eastern Sea for five days before finally sensing a faint, warm vibration from the bronze talisman.
After tens of thousands of years, the formation patterns on the bronze talisman still retained spiritual power and could still function. Jiuli's artifact-forging techniques truly had been peerless. It was not unusual for large magical artifacts to endure for ten thousand years, but for such a tiny object to be passed down for so long—that was what proved the point.
Then, as they drew closer in one direction, the bronze talisman's vibrations grew stronger and stronger, until they arrived before an island.
To be precise, three islands.
Penglai, Fanghu, Yingzhou.
That was right. Before them lay the Three Isles of Penglai in the depths of the Eastern Sea! Beneath seven-colored clouds and mist, the three islands stretched vast and boundless, immortal aura curling through the air. Above the clouds, Mirage Tower Mountain resembled the celestial abode of heavenly gods.
The bronze talisman was somewhere among the three islands beneath Mirage Tower Mountain.
"This really is a bit troublesome," Chu Liang said with a bitter smile.
The three islands where the lower sect lived were the foremost blessed land and cave-heaven in the world, planted with countless heavenly