The second day.
Early morning.
As the sky began to lighten, the figures waving from the woods silently dispersed. One by one, the oil lamps swaying on the wrecked ships went out.
The salty sea breeze blowing across the scene chilled their faces.
Quite a few people breathed sighs of relief.
Although everyone had witnessed plenty of supernatural phenomena the previous night, nothing had actually happened. No one had been attacked, and no one had disappeared. Those evil things seemed content to play among themselves.
They had paid no attention to this side.
"Get ready."
"We're going ashore."
Without much delay, Wang Peng had two small boats lowered. He led seven or eight Special Ability Users and followed Jiang Qiao onto this so-called "Immortal Island."
The beach was clean, and the sand was fine.
It was like ground powder.
There were no footprints, not even the usual crab holes, seabird tracks, seashells, or seaweed.
It was as if someone had carefully swept the entire place.
That wasn't all.
Wang Peng also noticed something.
They were clearly by the sea, yet after the seawater surged ashore, the sand that had been submerged was completely dry!
The waves came and went.
The sand didn't retain even the slightest trace of moisture.
"Once we set foot on the road, it means we've entered a completely different world. The seawater looks like it's washing over the beach, but in reality, the two are separate spaces overlapping one another."
"They can't affect each other."
Jiang Qiao explained.
"You can simply think of the waves you're seeing now as a mirage to this island."
"It can work like that?" Wang Peng asked in surprise.
"You'll understand once you've seen more of it." Jiang Qiao offered no further explanation.
Although Wang Peng was Fourth Order,
he was