Zhao Sheng gazed into the distance, his divine sense silently spreading out and, in an instant, enveloping this stretch of sea.
After confirming the location of the anomalous fluctuations once more, he abruptly transformed into a streak of escaping light and sped toward a stone island a thousand li away.
After a single breath, a small island suddenly came into view. Jagged strange rocks lined its shores, covered in uneven, bizarre reefs.
The island was lush and verdant. Deep within it stood a thousand-zhang stone peak, while a small city lay in the southwest. Nearly a thousand mu of farmland had been reclaimed around the city, where quite a few old farmers were working in the fields.
Several li east of the city stood a dock. Few people could be seen there, and it was exceedingly desolate. Seven or eight seagoing ships were moored alongside it.
At the foot of the stone peak deep within the island, a winding path appeared and disappeared amid the grass, stretching all the way up the mountain.
A breeze swept through the grass, and a figure silently appeared in the middle of the mountain path.
Zhao Sheng swept his gaze around, then followed the path up the mountain.
The closer he came to the summit, the more violently the surrounding gravity fluctuated.
By the time he reached the mountainside, the pull of the earth had surged dramatically. The ground was covered in thorny weeds that grew flat against the soil.
Higher up, vegetation became even sparser, until not a blade of grass remained. The ground held only rocks of every size protruding across the mountain.
The moment Zhao Sheng stepped into this remote region, the cries of birds and roars of beasts abruptly vanished, as if an invisible barrier had cut off all sound.