Orange Isle sounded beautiful, but in reality, it was a barren wasteland where not even rabbits left droppings.
The reason for this was that Orange Isle had nothing but oranges.
These oranges were not the delicious fruit found in the Primordial World. They were an extremely poisonous crop, though their shape looked very similar to that of fruit oranges—even their taste was identical.
Someone had actually eaten these poisonous oranges before. Even an exceptionally powerful cultivator had nearly fallen after eating one. If he had truly fallen, no one would have known what the poisonous orange tasted like!
After all, the dead could not describe the exact taste of a poisonous orange!
At the head of Orange Isle, one wanted to speak but felt too bashful.
Tongtian saw row upon row of orange trees. Their green leaves were extraordinarily lush, and golden fruits grew among them.
They looked exceptionally beautiful and alluring, inspiring boundless longing.
Tongtian passed through this orange grove and saw an incomparably bright and clear lake.
It was an extremely pleasing sight.
There was an island in the lake, and a palace stood upon the island.
Judging by its appearance, these palaces had been around for at least several hundred years.
King Mu sensed that Sect Master Tongtian was inside this palace complex.
He passed through layer after layer of formations and entered the palace.
A group of young women draped in gauze were singing softly and dancing gracefully.
They displayed every possible form of sensual indulgence.
The true body of Sect Master Tongtian was reclining in a corner of the palace. He was already drunk and was enjoying massages from several young women.
"King Mu, what brings you here?"
The true body of Sect Master Tongtian looked bleary-eyed with drunkenness and yawned.
"Why has Sect Master