What, the Three Immortal Islands

"Okay!"

Queen Mother of the West nodded.

She, too, felt that the opportunity in the East Sea was connected to her.

The two immediately set off for the East Sea.

However, the journey from Western Kunlun to the East Sea was a long one and would take at least ten years.

Moreover, they did not know the exact location of the Three Immortal Islands and could only search by sensing them. When they would find them remained unknown.

"Divine Son, this is an immortal island that has just emerged. There's a stone stele on the island with the words 'Yingzhou Island' engraved on it!"

"That should be the island's name."

"Before your arrival, we did not dare enter the island without permission."

"We've already found the other two immortal islands, but they have yet to fully emerge. There's no hurry to search for the other two after we finish exploring this island!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches approached Hong Yun and reported one after another.

"Mm. Everyone, follow me into the island to search for treasures!"

Hong Yun nodded.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had handled things properly.

He had entrusted them with guarding the Three Immortal Islands in the East Sea, and they had indeed lived up to his expectations.

Then, the group entered Yingzhou Island.

The island was filled with countless rare treasures, while immortal fruits and spiritual herbs grew everywhere.

Naturally, there were also magical treasures.

It took a full three years.

Only then did everyone finish plundering Yingzhou Island.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches counted their gains. There were countless rare treasures, immortal fruits, and spiritual herbs.

Although there were no treasures like the nine Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Roots, the Houtian Spiritual Roots and ordinary Innate Spiritual Roots could still help advance their cultivation.

As for spiritual treasures, there were several hundred Houtian Spiritual Treasures.

There were also dozens of Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Most were low-grade and mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

There were only three high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Innate Spiritual Treasures were extremely rare. Having this many was already no small achievement.

"Divine Son, these are all the gains from the island!"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch presented all the spoils.

All these opportunities had been revealed by Hong Yun, and they did not dare enter without permission.

"Keep these for your cultivation. Distribute anything you can't use among the Witch Clan warriors!"

Hong Yun waved his hand.

He had no need for rare treasures, immortal fruits, or spiritual herbs containing spiritual power.

He still had ninety percent of the Netherworld Blood Sea left to refine. The combined value of those treasures was not even one-tenth of the blood sea.

As for spiritual treasures, the strongest was merely a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, which he did not value.

Although the Witch Clan's physical bodies were powerful, not every member was comparable to an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Ordinary witches and lesser witches generally had bodies inferior to Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Leaving these spiritual treasures to them would increase their battle prowess—even if they used them as bricks to hit people.

"Thank you, Divine Son!"

"The Divine Son's great kindness will forever be engraved in the hearts of the Witch Clan!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were moved to tears.

The Divine Son's kindness toward them was as weighty as a mountain!

With all these treasures belonging to the Witch Clan, their overall strength would rise considerably.

Could someone like the Divine Son have been sent by Father God to protect the Witch Clan?

At that moment, their reverence for Hong Yun reached a new height.

All the treasures on Yingzhou Island had been plundered.

Only an empty shell remained, but even so, it was still a blessed grotto-heaven.

Compared with the thirty-six grotto-heavens and seventy-two blessed lands of the Great Desolation, it was not inferior.

"Divine Son, what about the next immortal island?"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch looked to Hong Yun for instructions.

"Good!"

Hong Yun agreed.

Everyone then left Yingzhou Island.

Earlier, Yingzhou had emerged first, while the other two islands had yet to fully appear.

Now, three years had passed, and the second immortal island had completely emerged.

Several dozen days later, everyone arrived before an immortal island.

"Fangzhang Island!"

"This is the second island to emerge. The stone stele bears the words 'Fangzhang Island'!"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch spoke.

"Go search for your opportunities!"

Hong Yun nodded. From the looks of it, Penglai Island would be the last to emerge.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Having gained experience on Yingzhou, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were familiar with the process this time.

They transformed into streaks of light and flew into Fangzhang Island.

Hong Yun also strolled through the island, casually searching for treasures.

One day.

"Hm?"

Hong Yun suddenly looked ahead. A pool was flashing with three-colored divine light.

He walked closer to examine it.

A moment later, delight appeared on his face.

"Three Lights Divine Water. It's actually Three Lights Divine Water!"

He confirmed that the substance in the pool was indeed the legendary Three Lights Divine Water, which could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones.

There was even an entire pool of it.

Three Lights Divine Water was formed from starlight, moonlight, and sunlight. Each type on its own was extremely poisonous.

But when the three were combined, it became one of the Great Desolation's supreme healing medicines.

Even a Saint could use it to heal injuries.

To Great Overarchs and Quasi-Saints, it was equivalent to gaining another life.

Hong Yun waved his hand and collected the Three Lights Divine Water.

This trip had yielded quite a harvest.

Three years later.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches finished plundering Fangzhang Island.

"Divine Son, these are all the gains from Fangzhang Island!"

Dijiang Ancestral Witch presented the spoils.

Hong Yun glanced over them. They were nearly the same as those from Yingzhou.

"Leave them to the Witch Clan!"

he said indifferently.

He cared nothing for rare treasures, spiritual fruits, or spiritual roots.

As for Innate Spiritual Treasures, unless they were supreme-grade, he had the Great Dao Treasure Gourd. Naturally, he did not value them.

"Thank you, Divine Son!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were overjoyed and once again expressed their endless gratitude.

At that moment, Hong Yun's position in their hearts rose even higher. They likely would not complain even if they had to die for him.

Next was the final island, Penglai.

Everyone had been in the East Sea for nearly ten years.

Hong Yun estimated that the emergence of the Three Immortal Islands had likely already drawn the attention of Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West.

These had originally been their opportunities.

Once the final immortal island had been plundered, they would probably arrive as well.

When the time came, seeing the astonished expressions of Eastern Prince Gong and the others would surely satisfy him.

Who told them to provoke him?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Everyone soon arrived at the final immortal island to emerge, Penglai Island.

At Hong Yun's command, the Twelve Ancestral Witches began plundering it once more.

Hong Yun, meanwhile, leisurely strolled through the island.

Whenever he encountered a treasure that caught his eye, he casually collected it.

However, several months passed without him finding anything worthwhile.

"Divine Son, we've found a great treasure!"

"That treasure is too huge, and it has a powerful restriction. We cannot collect it!"

Dijiang and Houtu Ancestral Witches found Hong Yun and spoke urgently.

"Oh?"

Hong Yun was curious. There was actually a treasure even the Twelve Ancestral Witches could do nothing about.

"Take me to see it!"

he said.

"Divine Son, please follow me!"

Dijiang and Houtu led the way, with Hong Yun close behind as they flew toward the treasure.

One day later.

The three arrived. The other Ancestral Witches had already gathered there and were gazing upward.

Hong Yun raised his head.

A giant ruler stood in the air, seemingly supporting the heavens and earth.

It radiated a vast aura, with a ring of merit light faintly visible within it.

"What a huge ruler. Could it be the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler?"

Hong Yun was pleasantly surprised.

The Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler had been formed from one part of Mysterious Yellow Qi. Among Houtian merit treasures, its offensive power was unmatched.

Among Houtian merit treasures, there were two supreme ones.

One was the invincible defensive Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, and the other was this unparalleled offensive Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler.

He carefully examined the giant ruler. Restrictions coiled around it like engraved inscriptions.

"No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches were helpless!"

Without refining the restrictions, even if an Ancestral Witch were ten times stronger, they could not shake this giant ruler supporting the heavens with physical strength alone.

The Witch Clan had no primordial spirits. How could they refine it?

Hong Yun immediately acted, releasing his divine sense to refine it.

Having cultivated the Nine Revolutions Primordial Technique, his primordial spirit was incomparably powerful.

In the Great Desolation, apart from Saints, even with the Three Pure Ones joining forces, they might not defeat him.

He refined the restrictions at astonishing speed.

He did not use the Great Dao Cushion, yet his progress was visible to the naked eye.

Three months later.

A vast stream of information came from the giant ruler.

"It really is the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler!"

The information confirmed that this was indeed the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler.

Not only was its offensive power the greatest among Houtian treasures, but it could also measure the heavens and earth of the Great Desolation.

The Great Desolation was vast and boundless, yet this ruler possessed such an ability. It truly lived up to the name "Measuring Heaven."

However, he had refined only part of its restrictions in three months—far from enough to activate it.

"You should search for other treasures first!"

Hong Yun said to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He estimated that fully refining it would take some time, and there was no point in keeping the Ancestral Witches here.

"Yes, Divine Son!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches respectfully acknowledged him.

They then resumed plundering Penglai Island.

Hong Yun remained there, focusing on the refinement.

A year later, he finally completely refined all the restrictions of the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler.

With the help of the Great Dao Cushion, his speed had increased a hundredfold.

Even before fully refining it, he could already control the ruler.

Now that it had all been refined, it could fully unleash the might of the foremost acquired offensive treasure.

"This journey yielded an abundance of gains!"

After putting away the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler, Hong Yun was extremely satisfied.

Three years later.

Hong Yun reunited with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Divine Son, we've looted all the treasures on Penglai Island!"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang presented what they had obtained.

Hong Yun glanced at it and waved his hand, leaving everything to the Witch Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches once again expressed their gratitude.

Although the treasures obtained from the Three Immortal Islands included no supreme treasures,

they could equip the Witch Clan's warriors and raise their combat strength by ten percent.

Ten percent might seem insignificant, but for the strongest race in the Great Desolation, it was already a tremendous increase.

Moreover, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had used these treasures to improve their cultivation, and their strength had risen considerably as well.

The opportunities originally belonging to the Immortal Court had all fallen into the hands of the Witch Clan.

Of course, Hong Yun had gained the most.

The Three Lights Divine Water and the Primordial Sky Measuring Ruler were both peerless treasures of the Great Desolation.

"Divine Son, how should we deal with the Three Immortal Islands from here on?"

Ancestral Witch Dijiang asked again.

The three islands were top-grade grotto-heavens and blessed lands.

However, they were too far from the Witch Clan, making it inconvenient to move the clan there.

Buzhou Mountain was far superior to this place, yet abandoning the islands still seemed like a waste.

"Spread news of the Three Immortal Islands throughout the Great Desolation and tell every great power their exact locations!"

Hong Yun said, rolling his eyes.

Expose the Three Immortal Islands!

That way, Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West's plan to establish their Daoist abodes there would be completely ruined.

The consequences of provoking him, Hong Yun, would be so disastrous that they would weep bitterly.

"Yes, Divine Son!"

Once Hong Yun had made his plan, the Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately put it into action.

Although the Three Immortal Islands were precious, compared with a single word from the Divine Son, they were still insignificant.

At the same time.

Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West had already arrived at the East Sea, searching for the Three Immortal Islands by following their senses.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches returned to the Witch Clan and sent word throughout the entire clan.

Several years later, the Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea became famous throughout the Great Desolation.

Jieyin and Zhunti of the Western Lands, the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun, Dijun and Taiyi of the Solar Star, Nuwa and Fuxi of Fengqi Mountain, Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple...

Countless great powers swarmed to the East Sea in search of opportunities.

Yet they did not know that the Three Immortal Islands had already been completely emptied by Hong Yun and the Ancestral Witches.

The Immortal Island of Yingzhou in the East Sea.

"Hahaha, we've finally found the immortal island!"

Eastern Prince Gong and Queen Mother of the West spent several years searching before finding Yingzhou.

The two boarded the island and searched for treasures.

Several months later.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"There isn't a single treasure left. Why is this?"

"Who exactly got here first and stole all the opportunities?"

Eastern Prince Gong roared.

The entire immortal island was empty.

He stared in stunned disbelief.

Queen Mother of the West's expression was as gloomy as water.

Several days later, the two finally calmed their emotions.

"Daoist brother, I sense that there are still two opportunities in the East Sea. Although this place has been plundered, we may not return empty-handed!"

Queen Mother of the West spoke.

"Mm, I sense them too. Let's hurry and look for the other two opportunities!"

Eastern Prince Gong nodded.

They had no other choice and could only hope that the other two opportunities still remained.

In less than two years, they found Fangzhang Island.

The two eagerly boarded the island to search for treasures.

Several months later.

The two were once again left dumbfounded.

The spiritual roots and spirit herbs on Fangzhang Island had all been carried away, without a single thing left behind.

"Which damned bastard got ahead of me again!"

"If I find out who it was, I'll tear him limb from limb!"

"Ahhh... Why is this happening?"

Eastern Prince Gong's face turned deathly pale with rage.

The great opportunity he had finally sensed, and the immortal island he had journeyed all the way to the East Sea to find,

had once again turned out to be nothing but an empty shell.

How could he accept this?

"I must find this person, force him to hand over the treasures, and make him wish he were dead!"

Queen Mother of the West's face twisted viciously.

Now, only one opportunity remained.

The two did not linger and rushed straight toward the final location.

Yet an ominous premonition arose in both their hearts.

Could it be that even this final opportunity was already beyond their reach?

A year later.

The two finally arrived at Penglai Island.

Immortal aura wafted across the island.

Several years had passed since Hong Yun and the Ancestral Witches left, and the island had begun to recover somewhat.

However...

After boarding the island and searching carefully,

the two turned frighteningly pale.

"Pfft!"

Eastern Prince Gong tried to roar in fury, but blood spurted from his mouth.

He had been angered into vomiting blood.

"My great opportunity, my Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea..."

His voice was desolate and haggard.

The opportunity in the East Sea was precisely these three islands.