Li Tianshi's clear eyes widened as he stared greedily at the boundless splendor before him, his gaze filled with stunned disbelief. Unable to help himself, he murmured to Li Tianba beside him:
"Great-Grandfather, is this... Dao Venerable Xuan Qing's Dao Field?"
Ordinary cultivators could spend a thousand years in bitter cultivation, polishing their foundations, yet still struggle to advance even a single step. But on this island, merely breathing and cultivating allowed one to break through realms on one's own.
Such heaven-defying fortune had long surpassed the understanding of the Myriad Worlds.
Yang Mei remained composed. He nodded faintly and raised a hand to lead the way. "Everyone, please continue with me."
With that, he led the group through the boundless forest of Spiritual Roots.
The scenery along the way was breathtaking. Immortal mist curled through the air, while exquisite branches covered the ground. As they traveled, they occasionally saw cultivators cultivating or resting there.
What shook Li Tianba, Shang Zhen, and Tian Feixue the most was that not a single person in this Dao Venerable's Dao Field had a cultivation lower than that of a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal!
Taiji Golden Immortals were even more commonplace.
The ordinary disciples strolling through the forest, sitting quietly in meditation, discussing the Dao, or resting leisurely would all have been regional overlords and peak powerhouses in the Myriad Worlds.
Such a foundation was something even Sin Domain City at the height of its glory could not compare to in the slightest.
The group suppressed the waves rising in their hearts and continued onward through the vast spiritual forest. Then, their view suddenly opened up.
A vast, crystal-clear Divine Water Lake lay quietly at the center of the Dao Field.
Its jade-green waves stretched as far as the eye could see, its