Half an hour later.
As Wen Hai, who was in charge of commanding the Immortal Realm and Second Realm cultivators, deployed troops according to the temporary assault plan, Zi Luan, Que Cai, and Li Miaolin each took several hundred Puppets from their Storage Bags and charged toward Golden Mountain Island ahead of them.
Golden Mountain Island.
It was the barrier south of Dongfeng Island. It was named after a tall mountain on the island's eastern side, a mountain covered in golden fir trees. Every autumn, the golden firs blanketed the mountain and cast the entire island in gold, hence the name Jinshan.
Golden fir trees contained abundant spiritual energy. Ordinary Qi practitioners used them to set up Spirit Gathering Arrays, making them a rare cultivation material. As a result, the island's residents were especially fond of them and had planted them in nearly every corner of the island.
At this time of year in the past, the two ports in the southwest of Golden Mountain Island would be busy loading golden fir timber, without pause through all twelve two-hour periods of the day. Yet now, both ports were silent. There was not a single commoner in the harbors, and not a soul could be seen in the dim towns beneath the moonlight.
This was because Zi Luan's blood sacrifices along the way had left the people of Linshui Prefecture deeply wary. They had moved the island's inhabitants to Dongfeng Island long ago.
At this moment, the sea surrounding the island was calm beneath the hazy night sky, yet cold gleams constantly flashed beneath the Clouds. They came from all manner of magical artifacts floating in midair.
Several hundred Immortal Realm cultivators had gathered here. Their orders were to defend Golden Mountain Island. From these defensive measures alone, it was obvious