The emerald sea lay bright beneath the moon.
Bai Yujun had not expected to reach the immortal island deep in the night. The calm pale-blue sea merged with the starry sky, twin silver moons hanging overhead, while the islands beneath their light seemed as dreamlike and hazy as an aurora.
Jade Moon and Precious Branches, Misty Willows and Painted Bridges, layered lakes and overlapping mountains.
It offered a scenery all its own.
Strange flowers and exotic herbs on the immortal island gave off a fluorescent glow, while the halls shone with Treasure Light in ten thousand hues.
She took out her Identity Jade Slip to locate herself and confirmed that the immortal mountain before her was the famed Penglai. It was only her first visit, so curiosity was unavoidable. After all, this was the immortal mountain upon the sea spoken of by countless people. Legend said even the springs on the island were immortal brews—one sip granted eternal youth—and the trees bore Spirit Pills and Elixirs, which would let one ascend to immortality upon consumption.
Birds and beasts brought auspicious omens, and exquisite palaces of white jade stood everywhere.
Bai Yujun felt it was more fitting to call it a continent. The immortal island was simply too vast. Rumor had it that it spanned thirty thousand li, while the immortal islands lay seventy thousand li apart from one another.
Immortals and gods lived upon the island.
They ate none of the five grains and coarse foods of the mortal world, dining instead on wind and drinking dew.
Every day, they wandered mountains and waterways without a care, passing their days amid laughter and joy. They drank wine, listened to music, held small banquets every three days and grand feasts every ten. There was only delight, never sorrow—free and carefree, unfettered