Only Those Destined

Bliss Island.

Heaven and earth underwent strange changes as a storm descended.

This drew the attention of countless Cultivators on the island.

Some were overjoyed, while others were terrified and anxious.

"A storm is descending. Could it be that the Immortal Island is about to appear?"

"Whenever the Immortal Island appears, the sea-region demon beasts become extremely frenzied, madly attacking the islands inhabited by human Cultivators. Countless casualties occur on both sides."

"Bliss Island is one of the Myriad Demon Sea's three major powers. As long as we hide here, we'll definitely be safe."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lin Fei and the others returned to Bliss Island.

The Seventh Chief, Eighth Chief, and Golden Narcissus left at once.

The appearance of the Immortal Island was a world-shaking matter.

The many chiefs of Bliss Island had all been alerted and needed to discuss it.

The nine chiefs gathered in a room.

The leader, the First Chief, looked like a handsome young man.

He wore a pink gauze robe, his jet-black hair draped over his shoulders. His lips were painted red, and his features carried a hint of softness.

His skin was fair and delicate, smoother even than a woman's.

With his fingers held in an orchid gesture, he gently smoothed his hair.

"Chiefs, it has been more than five hundred years since the Immortal Island last appeared."

"Do any of you have thoughts on this?"

A one-eyed burly man sneered, looking utterly disdainful.

"What Immortal Island? I'd say it's more like a deadly island."

"Every time it appears, it throws the Myriad Demon Sea into chaos. None of those who tried to enter it ever met a good end."

"I say we should guard Bliss Island and preserve the foundation we've built."

An elderly man in black held a feather fan and