Continuing onward, after flying for about half a day, Zhou Tong spotted an exquisite island.
This was an island blanketed in snow all year round. The power of heaven and earth on the island was controlled by some force, causing snowflakes to drift constantly. At the center of this snowy island stood a palace a full thousand zhang tall.
"Finally, I've reached the first island!" A trace of delight appeared on Zhou Tong's face.
That yaksha from before had been far too weak. The upcoming gatekeepers should be much stronger and ought to let him have a proper fight.
Zhou Tong stepped onto the island and entered the palace in a single stride.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, a gust of wind swept through, followed by an afterimage launching an instantaneous killing strike.
Zhou Tong stood quietly where he was, merely extending an arm. As he did, his palm abruptly enlarged before smashing directly toward the afterimage.
With a tremendous bang, the afterimage jolted violently. A figure was sent flying backward as though struck by lightning, blood spraying from his mouth as cracks spread across his body.
"Don't provoke me!" Zhou Tong could not be bothered with this Heavenly Deity and simply continued onward.
The afterimage circulated divine power and barely restored his body. The madness in his expression subsided somewhat as he hesitated. "Why is this Snow Demon so strong this time? It defeated me in a single blow?"
The Heavenly Deity looked at Zhou Tong's retreating back and realized that Zhou Tong seemed utterly unconcerned with him, wanting only to cross the island. He immediately understood. "I see. He's a newcomer—someone else has come here! And he's so strong... perhaps he could become the second Jue Ming Buddha?"
Only one person in the Three Realms had successfully emerged from