"Hm?"
Zhao Xuan and Hermione exchanged a glance inside the cabin. They had finally arrived.
Zhao Xuan spread out his divine sense but failed to find any island. He frowned, then relaxed. The island was probably still more than ten kilometers away.
"But... Ghost Island? Why was it called that?"
Zhao Xuan muttered softly, wondering whether the island was said to be inhabited by ghosts.
Ghosts could also be called spirits. Zhao Xuan did not disbelieve in ghosts. Since this world had gods, the existence of ghosts was hardly strange.
More importantly, he had seen a ghost before—a real, living ghost!
Ghost Douluo of Spirit Hall could be considered a ghost. He had no corporeal body, only an illusory soul form. Zhao Xuan did not know how he had ended up in that state, but he was undoubtedly a ghost.
So-called ghosts or spirits were, in essence, spiritual bodies that had lost their flesh yet remained in this world.
Hermione's face was still somewhat pale. Though she had adapted to traveling by sea, the discomfort had yet to fade.
Before long, Zhao Xuan sensed a peculiar fluctuation at the very edge of his divine sense.
His divine sense reached an island, but strangely, once it touched the island, it found it difficult to push any farther in. The island was surrounded by countless chaotic traces of Spiritual Power. They did not seem to belong to anyone, yet they were exceptionally violent. They could detect Zhao Xuan's divine sense and even dared to rush forward and tear at it.
"What kind of place is this?"
Zhao Xuan's expression darkened, and a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes. There was a great deal of Spiritual Power on the island, and it was very powerful, but all of it was fragmented!
From this,