Tathagata

A gust of wind swept across the "ruins" of the three Penglai Islands, stirring up a scatter of lingering yellow leaves.

The backs of the three great powers looked somewhat desolate in the wind. Staring at the sight before them, they were all momentarily numb.

Before them lay an empty, chaotic sea of clouds. In their memories, there should have been a gigantic mountain here.

It was called Mirage Tower Mountain.

After Penglai's inheritance had endured for thousands of years, sunlight shone below for the first time with such clarity, unobstructed by so much cover.

Where was my mountain?

Where was my mountain, that huge mountain of mine?!

Daoist Cangsheng's pupils contracted and dilated as fury and disbelief tangled within him.

Even more outrageous were the three Penglai Islands below. As the name implied, they should naturally have been three islands. Yet all that remained now were countless fragments of stone floating and sinking amid the sea foam.

Mirage Tower Mountain was, after all, merely one mountain. It was not impossible for someone with immense magical power to move it away. But the three Penglai Islands were three incomparably vast islands. How had they vanished?

Even an eighth-realm powerhouse probably could not have accomplished this, could they?

From the looks of it, they had not been carried away whole, but dismantled and carted off piece by piece. But how could anyone hollow out all three islands in such a short time?

How had they done it?!

"This..." Daoist Cangqiu raised a hand and said calmly, "Sect Leader, do not worry. By my analysis, this is not Penglai at all."

"Yeah, I remember we used to have a mountain gate here?" Daoist Cangyun scratched his head, even beginning to doubt the memories of his past several centuries.

"Who did this?" Daoist