"This island, less than two thousand li in circumference, is vastly different from the others. Although the yin energy here isn't particularly dense, the mist is far thicker than on most islands. Once we enter and travel a short distance, we won't be able to fly anymore and will have to run along the ground. We must be extra careful."
Under Zheng Yiqiu's lead, the four soon arrived before an island shrouded in mist.
Zheng Yiqiu had evidently been here before. He pointed toward the island ahead and began to explain.
"Fellow Daoist, have you entered this island before?" Qin Fengming looked at the mist-shrouded island ahead, his brows knitting slightly as he asked.
Facing the mist-shrouded island, Qin Fengming couldn't help feeling something strange in his heart.
That feeling had not appeared without reason.
"Earlier, I only located this island. I entered no more than a hundred li before withdrawing. Aside from the coldness in the depths of this island's mist, which consumes a great deal of our magic power, flight is impossible in the interior. Furthermore, the thorns growing on the island are exceptionally tough and sharp. Even I had to expend considerable effort to break through them. Once we reach the island, Fellow Daoist will understand."
Zheng Yiqiu had previously inspected the islands here alone, so he had naturally entered the one marked on the map.
However, he had sensed danger the moment he entered, and thus immediately turned back.
He naturally yearned for that place, but he also knew that it was no ordinary location. From the terrifying restrictions at the ancient ruins where the route map had been found, it was enough to judge that the place marked on the map would certainly be filled with layers of restrictions. He didn't want to reach this