The great sun hung high as waves beat ceaselessly against the reefs at the island's edge, sending up peal after peal of thunderous rumbling.
At that moment, from the far end of the azure sky, a cyan cloud suddenly drifted over. The cloud swiftly arrived above the deserted island and finally stopped over a thousand-zhang-tall stone mountain.
"Go down!" Zhao Xuanjing turned to look at Zhao Sheng, gave the command with a grave expression, then stepped off the cloud. In an instant, he appeared on the summit.
Zhao Sheng's figure flickered, and he also appeared out of thin air beside Zhao Xuanjing.
Zhao Xuanjing offered no explanation. With a mere wave of his hand, a pitch-black, bottomless big hole silently appeared in the ground.
Zhao Sheng's gaze flashed, and he immediately sensed that the gravity in this place had become extremely abnormal.
It seemed to have gained some sort of life, instantly becoming extraordinarily "lively." Gravity was actually leaping frequently between one times and tens of thousands of times normal, its changes in frequency frighteningly fast!
What was even stranger was that the range of this gravitational anomaly was confined only to the vicinity of this stone mountain; the island farther out was not affected in the slightest.
By now, Zhao Sheng had already formed a few guesses and roughly understood why Zhao Xuanjing had brought him here.
"Chong He, do you know why my Zhao Clan has been able to enjoy its present-day prosperity?" Zhao Xuanjing gestured for Zhao Sheng to follow him while asking in a meaningful tone.
"The Zhao Clan has reached this day because our ancestor's bitter toil and towering merit are unmatched by anyone!" Zhao Sheng stood at his side, descending slowly with him.
As they sank a thousand zhang underground, the cave mouth above