The Penglai Immortal Island vanished completely like a bubble, leaving only a vast expanse of water vapor.
In the Primordial Wilderness world, a group of innate powerful beings looked at each other, their faces a mixture of astonishment, confusion, and a strange sense of loss.
The two Western Daoist priests, Zhunti and Jieyin, had uncontrollable twitches at the corners of their mouths, making their withered faces look even more miserable.
They had originally intended to "beg for alms," hoping to share in the benefits of this gathering of powerful beings. However, the immortal island vanished without a trace, and they didn't even manage to snag a single immortal herb. It was truly a case of "trying to draw water with a bamboo basket, but ending up with nothing."
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' faces were also filled with confusion. Zhurong slapped his thigh and hummed:
"How strange! Has the East Prince lost his mind? He commands such a vast Immortal Court, and is the illustrious Head of Male Immortals, yet he goes to guard that Volcano of Immortality that burns through the sky and roars with karmic fire for the Phoenix Clan? What is he after?!"
Gonggong sneered, "Heh, eliminate boundless karma? That price is far too high!"
"Tsk, this 'melon' is truly the freshest thing in the Heaven-Opening!"
An Innate Deities, clad in a magnificent golden robe and exuding brilliant Geng Metal Qi, clicked his tongue in amazement, making no attempt to hide the mockery on his face. He shook his head and transformed into a sharp golden rainbow, tearing through the void and escaping from this turbulent sea of right and wrong.
Most of the remaining deities and creatures, whether they were in groups of two or three innate gods and demons or in hordes of spirits and strange beasts, lost interest upon seeing the immortal island vanish and the protagonist, East Prince, "willingly degenerate" to fill the volcano. They all rode various colored lights and commanded rare and exotic beasts, retreating like the tide, leaving only the empty and desolate Eastern Sea churning on their own.
Minghe frowned. He had sensed something was amiss earlier; such a momentous event that shook the Primordial Wilderness, yet his mysterious elder brother Qing Huan, was nowhere to be found.
Along with the two restless golden crow brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, on the Solar Star, as well as Saint Nuwa Phoenix Perch Mountain who harbored the ambition of Creation, and her elder brother Fuxi, they also seemed to have vanished from the world.
At that moment, my mind suddenly cleared up.
Judging from this situation, the East Prince's earth-shattering "moving" feat was most likely the work of his "good elder brother" Qing Huan!
In the blink of an eye, Minghe's figure flickered, blood shadows spreading around him, and in the next instant, he appeared before Qing Huan and the others like a ghost.
The dense, bloodthirsty aura surrounding him was deliberately concealed, transforming into a dark red Daoist robe. He cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd, his voice carrying its usual effeminate softness and a hint of barely perceptible intimacy:
"Minghe greets fellow Daoists and Brother Qing Huan." The Blood Sea Lord's reputation was renowned throughout the Primordial Wilderness, and his gesture was already a great show of respect.
Di Jun, clad in a crimson-gold imperial robe embroidered with a golden crow patrolling the sky, possessed a majestic bearing. Upon hearing this, he laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell, carrying the unique heat and majesty of the Solar Star.
"Fellow Minghe Styx, there's no need for such formalities! Since you and Fellow Qing Huan are sworn brothers, you are naturally our honored guests."
Di Jun's eyes were sharp as he secretly assessed the situation: This Fiend has a deep-rooted background, born in the land of the immortal Blood Sea, and his spiritual treasures are fierce and domineering. If he can be recruited as an ally, it will surely benefit his future great cause.
"Hahaha, Brother Minghe!"
Qing Huan laughed and stepped forward, patting Minghe's slightly thin shoulder. His smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, but his eyes held a knowing understanding of everything.
"I didn't expect that even a hermit Blood Sea you would be drawn out by this excitement?"
So, how about it, Brother East Prince's 'relocation of the Immortal Court's today? Does it meet your standards? Is it a pleasant surprise enough?"
Minghe's narrow, blood-red eyes swept across the faces of Qing Huan, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Nuwa, and Fuxi, lingering for a moment on Qing Huan's seemingly gentle yet unfathomably profound smile.
Thinking of how the East Prince would rather jump into the eternally tormenting fiery pit of the Volcano of Immortality than face this group of people before him... Minghe's lips twitched uncontrollably a few more times:
"Brother Qing Huan, you jest. This 'surprise' is truly earth-shattering. However... I am rather foolish. Fellow East Prince, instead of settling on a perfectly good immortal island, chose the arduous task of suppressing a volcano to eliminate karma... Could it be that it was the result of the combined 'persuasion' of all of you fellow Daoists?"
The question was phrased subtly, but the hint of inquiry and alarm in his eyes did not escape the notice of the powerful figures present.
Qing Huan smiled noncommittally, then patted Minghe on the shoulder, his smile becoming increasingly meaningful.
"Let's go. This is no place to linger. Come with me back to Yingzhou Island. I'll explain the details later." He finished speaking, his gaze sweeping calmly over Di Jun, Tai Yi, Nuwa, and Fuxi, extending a sincere invitation:
"Fellow Daoists, it's a rare occasion for us to gather in the Eastern Sea. Why don't you also visit my humble abode, enjoy a cup of tea, and discuss the Great Dao?"
"Good!"
"Good!"
Everyone smiled and agreed.
Before he finished speaking, Qing Huan waved his sleeve lightly, and the surrounding space rippled like water. A powerful yet gentle force of displacement instantly enveloped everyone.
Before my eyes, light and shadow twisted and shifted, clouds swirled, and stars flew by, as if I had crossed an endless void barrier.
In the blink of an eye, they were already deep in the vast East China Eastern Sea, and the scene in front of them made even the usually composed Di Jun and Tai Yi and the others gasp in shock!
Three fairy islands with myriads of weather and a thousand auspicious mists hang like ancient stars above the eye of the chaotic sea, arranged in the shape of a "pin". The one in the center is the grandest, and it is the Yingzhou Island of Qinghuan Daoist Temple.
But what made Di Jun's pupils shrink was the two immortal islands surrounding Yingzhou Island, which were almost comparable in size and grandeur!
They are not among the legendary Penglai, Fangzhang, or Yingzhou, but they are also enveloped by the vast and boundless primordial Chaos Qi. The islands are covered with towering mountains and spiritual peaks, with celestial springs and waterfalls cascading down like the Milky Way from the heavens. Rare flowers and herbs are everywhere, and the rich Innate Spiritual Qi is almost solidified into a tangible seven-colored spiritual mist that swirls around them.
Furthermore, an invisible innate Innate Grand Formation composed of countless profound runes tightly connects the three islands, making them a unified whole, isolating them from the outside world, and forming a supreme paradise of its own!
"Qing... Qing Huan Daoist Qinghuan!"
Di Jun's voice was dry and incredulous. His golden eyes, which contained the true fire of the Great Sun, were fixed on the three immortal islands. His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were swallowing scalding lava instead of saliva.
"You... you don't live on Yingzhou Island? Then... what are these two other immortal islands that are just as magnificent? Could it be... could it be that you have actually found three of the legendary Five Immortals Island overseas?!"
The Solar Star was formed from Pangu's left eye and is a top-tier Blessed Land in the Primordial Wilderness. However, any one of these three immortal islands before us has a foundation, a source, and spiritual energy that subtly surpasses the Greater Yang.
How could this not cause Di Jun's heart to tremble violently, surging with indescribable shock and...
A slight heat that even I didn't notice...