Flying Boat Fleet

The sun hung high at midday.

Endless rays of sunlight descended from above the Nine Heavens, bleaching the entire world blank. So it was in the Central Lands, so it was in the East Sea, and so it was on Penglai Island.

These Great Sun Essences falling from the sky were drawn in by various immense formations. Like a Heavenly River pouring down, they continuously descended upon Penglai Island. Half was integrated into designated areas, while the other half fell upon the island's vast, boundless Spirit Fields.

At this moment, quite a few cultivators were still working in the Spirit Fields alongside large numbers of mortals, planting all manner of spirit rice, medicinal herbs, ginseng, and other crops.

Above one Spirit Field, two figures abruptly descended from the heavens out of thin air, stirring up wave upon wave of air and startling countless birds into flight.

Yet neither of the two arrivals paid this any heed. They merely turned and looked toward Wolong Pass, solemnity appearing on one face and excitement on the other.

Beyond Penglai Island, at what seemed like the end of the endless ocean, where water and sky met in a single line, the horizon had at some point become pitch-black. Like the dark clouds before a storm—blanketing heaven and sun, layer upon layer, filling the eye, like Mount Tai crushing down—it seemed slow, yet came swiftly, pouring down from the heavenly vault.

But it was not dark cloud at all. It was a shadow cast by something that blocked even the Great Sun's radiance above the Nine Heavens.

This shadow was so vast that, with a single glance, even a rough estimate put its coverage at over a hundred thousand li of sea!

"This is..." Xu Yuanyang seemed to have witnessed this sight more than once.