East Sea, Purple Mansion Island.
After sensing the emergence of the Three Immortal Islands, Duke of the East immediately rallied all the powerful figures around Purple Mansion Island and headed for them.
Such a tremendous opportunity was difficult to seize alone. Only by joining forces could they occupy the islands and then slowly plan their next move.
The powerful figures he had gathered thought the same way. They could sense countless others rushing toward the islands. If they did not band together, they might lose not only the opportunity but their lives as well.
Against those top-tier powerhouses, they would be utterly incapable of fighting back.
Several hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
At last, Duke of the East and the others reached the waters before the Three Immortal Islands. Seen up close, the three islands resembled Kunlun rising from the water, settled across the boundless sea.
Floating worlds drifted between the islands, each formed from a small fragment of Chaos.
Duke of the East gazed at the islands, his eyes brimming with greed and fervor. The countless points of light scattered across them shone like stars, each one the radiance of a magical treasure.
Unfortunately, three innate formations enveloped the islands like barriers, sealing everything within and keeping outsiders out.
The time for the three islands to truly emerge had not yet come.
As they studied the islands, streaks of light flashed through the sky and space shuddered. Powerful figures who had found their way here arrived one after another.
Duke of the East's expression turned grave. The people he had expected had indeed come, and much sooner than he had imagined.
"Minghe..."
A blood-red cloud drifted over, radiating a murderous aura. An eerie-looking old man sat cross-legged atop a blood-red lotus platform, slowly drawing near.