Chapter Fifty-Two: Penglai Immortal Island, Tianyi Holy Water, Twelfth-Grade World-Purifying White Lotus!

"What a wondrous blessed land!"

As Huang Tian and Yinglong stepped into the grand formation, the Chaos Qi abruptly dissipated. Yinglong couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Clouds wound around jade peaks, veiling them in mist; the wind swept across the jeweled ridges, dotted with emerald blossoms.

Radiant clouds rolled across the sky like golden gauze. A thin mist cloaked the thousand peaks, making them appear and disappear from view.

Emerald grasses and trees across the mountains glistened with morning dew, set off by exotic flowers blooming everywhere.

"Rumble..."

Waterfalls plunged down, and rivers surged onward. The water was actually liquefied Spiritual Qi.

But most of what lay within sight remained shrouded in Chaos Qi, giving off an air of danger.

"My lord, what is this place?"

Yinglong stared at Huang Tian in astonishment and couldn't help asking.

As Zulong's eldest son, he had lived through the Dragon Clan's golden age, yet he had never seen a blessed cave-heaven so astonishing.

"Penglai Island."

Huang Tian smiled faintly.

"My lord, with just a Chaos Fragment, you found the legendary Penglai Immortal Island so easily."

"Doesn't that mean we can find the other two immortal islands as well?"

Yinglong looked at Huang Tian in delight and blurted out the question.

"Yinglong!"

"Do you know why those blessed with great fortune are so richly favored by fate and find treasures wherever they go?"

"Because everything depends on affinity and destiny."

"Without enough fortune, even the greatest blessing before you can become a poison that brings you to your death."

"Remember this: greed is a cultivator's greatest taboo!"

Huang Tian turned a stern gaze on Yinglong and spoke in a low, forceful voice.

"I understand, my lord. I won't dare do it again!"

Yinglong nodded quickly, his expression solemn.

"Penglai Immortal Island truly deserves