Blissful Island.
To celebrate the Blissful Immortal Lord's birthday, Blissful Island held an unprecedented celebration. On top of that, Blissful Island was already the most famous tourist destination in the Eastern Sea, so countless tourists had flocked there over the past half month. The major forces of the Eastern Sea had also sent people to offer their birthday congratulations. The two harbors were packed with ships, their masts as dense as a forest, and tens of thousands of outsiders were expected to pour onto Blissful Island.
An hour after a light curtain resembling an eggshell appeared over half the island, most of the ships had already left the harbor. Countless people crowded the docks: wealthy merchants, women clutching their children, sturdy young men. Everyone fought desperately to squeeze onto the ships, as if this were the last chance to flee before the end of the world. If they waited any longer, it would be too late.
In fact, that was exactly how it was.
Hundreds of thousands of tons of seawater formed hundred-zhang-high walls that easily surged over the cliffs and poured into the towns. Wherever they went, trees, houses, and tiny humans were swept onto the crests of the waves. One wave followed another, each wave rising over the last.
The cities Blissful Island had built over several centuries were utterly unable to withstand this sudden calamity.
In fact, if not for a Foundation Establishment True Person protecting the harbor, it would already have been devastated. The people in the harbor could see huge waves raging several li away, crashing against an invisible barrier and breaking into white-flecked foam. Yet the waves' aftershocks still traveled across the water—the barrier did not cover the sea below—and the entire surface of the sea churned violently. A medium-sized passenger ship that had