Of course, everything here now was merely one of the necessary conditions for mending the heavens. To accomplish such a monumental feat relying solely on an island connected to the space of Poisonous Cave Land would have been far too naive.
While Meng Zhao was at work, Ox-Head God, Lei Wanche, and the others scattered in all directions were also busy, searching for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and precious minerals according to Meng Zhao's standards and requirements.
Liu An was the first to return. His presence among the group had always been the faintest, but this time, he had performed remarkably. He carried a crimson stone the size of a water vat on his shoulder. Its red was not the eerie red of blood, but the brilliant red of fire.
A thumb-sized piece of Fire Radiance Spirit Crystal was enough to serve as the core material for a divine weapon. At the size of a water vat, it might not have been priceless, but it was certainly a rarity seldom found in the world.
Its weight was like a small mountain pressing down on Liu An, as though a great mountain had been set atop a bamboo pole.
Yet Liu An remained astonishingly steady. With one step, he kicked up towering waves, sending pillars of water soaring over the sea, each one rivaling a Pillar of Heavenly Dao. The sight was quite spectacular.
However, when he returned to the island, he discovered that in the brief time he had been gone, this place had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Cloud Concealment Mist and the dazzling five-colored radiance were one thing, but the most difficult sight for him to accept was the island seemingly caught on a fishhook, hovering more than a foot above the sea level.
This was not a house,