After eating the shark meat, Wu Xuantian sat down to cultivate. Several hours later, as his true qi gradually recovered, he breathed out stale air and slowly opened his eyes. To his surprise, his inner strength seemed fuller and purer than before.
With that thought, Wu Xuantian fired several One Yang Finger strikes, killing a few sharks that were still feeding. Seeing that the attacks had grown stronger, his eyes lit up. Fighting down his nausea, he tore off another piece of shark meat, ate it, and resumed cultivating.
At dawn the next day, Wu Xuantian emerged from meditation. He looked around and broke into an excited smile.
"Land. It really is land!" he murmured. Before him lay a beach. After two or three days adrift, the waves had carried the giant shark's carcass—and Wu Xuantian with it—onto the shore.
Having survived the ordeal, Wu Xuantian tapped a foot against the ground and used his movement skill to head onto the island.
After several days there, Wu Xuantian was nearly certain it was a deserted island. Dense trees and lush vegetation covered it, while the calls of apes and beasts echoed without end. It truly seemed untouched by human feet.
Yet after following a mountain stream into the island, he found steps cut from bluestone beneath a waterfall. They ended beside the pool below it.
"Someone carved these steps!" Wu Xuantian raised an eyebrow and looked toward the waterfall. Behind the falling water, he could just make out a dark cave.
"These steps were made by hand, and there's a cave behind the waterfall. Whatever secret this place holds must be in there. I've nothing else to do, so I might as well take a look!" With a light tap of his foot, Wu Xuantian flew through the waterfall and