Spring gave way to autumn, and five years passed.
In a stretch of azure sea, the sky was clear for ten thousand miles, and sea breezes came in waves.
A streak of Golden Escape Light appeared on the distant horizon. After a flicker, it came to a stop. As the light faded, it revealed a Golden Flying Boat over a hundred feet long. Shen Long, Chu Buyu, Shen Chan, Shen Fu, and Shen Xiu stood aboard it.
Ahead lay a Desolate Island spanning over a thousand miles, with sparse vegetation.
Shen Chan's eyes bloomed with dazzling golden light as she inspected the Desolate Island.
"Master, there are no restrictions on the island."
Shen Chan said.
Shen Long frowned. Over the past five years, they had investigated every Desolate Island within the territories of the Fishman Race and the Chu Clan. They had discovered four Ancient Cultivator Cave Abodes, but had not obtained any particularly precious resources. They had, however, obtained more than three hundred thousand Immortal Origin Stones.
As far as he knew, great opportunities varied from person to person. Put plainly, they were directly related to what one possessed.
For an ordinary Golden Immortal Cultivator with a meager fortune, a fourth-grade Golden Pill or a set of powerful Medium-Grade Immortal Artifacts would be a great opportunity. To Shen Long, even a fifth-grade Golden Pill could not be considered a great opportunity.
"Looks like we'll have to head to the Thunder Roar Race's territory..."
Before Chu Buyu could finish speaking, a deafening explosion rang out in the distance, and an enormous mass of Golden Light shot into the sky.
A Sky-Supporting Giant Wave rose from the distant sea, surging toward the heavens.
"A Fishman Race cultivator is fighting a Thunder Roar Race cultivator."
Shen Chan said, golden light flickering in