Lin Xuan's movements had already been exposed, but he naturally had no idea of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's plot against Horizon Sea Pavilion. The Seven Great Powers split and joined as interests shifted, with their own distances and closeness between them, and Li Soul Valley, unwilling to be left out, had also waded into this whirlpool whose future was impossible to predict.
Winds rose and clouds surged; a great storm was about to draw back its curtain in Cloud Province.
At this moment, Lin Xuan was being led by Ji Yueru, flying toward Horizon Sea Pavilion's main headquarters.
After a little under an hour, a beautiful island came into view.
Lin Xuan closed his eyes and released his divine sense. A moment later, admiration appeared on his face.
Ancient books said that beyond the seas were three sacred mountains.
Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.
Of course, this Yingzhou was not that Yingzhou. Even so, the Spirit Vein of the island before him was no small matter either; otherwise, the Ancient Cultivators would not have bestowed this name upon it.
Not only was this island's Spirit Vein outstanding, its vast area was also among the very top of all the overseas islands, almost around a million li. Even if it could not compare to You Province, it still surpassed Yanzhou, where Lin Xuan had first been.
And such a huge island was entirely occupied by Horizon Sea Pavilion.
In the cultivation world, strength was what gave one the right to speak. As one of Cloud Province's Seven Great Sects, it was only natural for them to possess such imposing grandeur.
Horizon Sea Pavilion was made up entirely of female cultivators. Men absolutely could not set foot even half a step onto Yingzhou Island; otherwise, they would be killed without mercy.
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