The sight before them left several of them utterly dumbfounded.
The words "Meteor Island" had lingered in Mystic Tortoise's mind for many years.
He had imagined this island's appearance countless times: an immortal mountain suspended above the sea, a few palaces, several cave abodes, perhaps accompanied by a handful of unfathomably powerful seniors. That alone would have been the height of grandeur.
But he had been wrong.
Wildly wrong.
What entered his eyes was not an island at all, but an entire continent—a vast world forcibly enclosed within the boundaries of an island by some unimaginable supreme divine ability.
As far as the eye could see, mountains rose and fell like an endless dragon's spine, stretching all the way to the horizon.
At the horizon, there was no sea, no water—only continuous blue-green mountain ranges, half-hidden in mist and clouds, layered upon layered, their span unknown.
He could accomplish such a feat in the universe as well.
But this was the Origin Continent.
Perhaps he simply had not seen enough.
In any case, on the Origin Continent, he had never encountered a place of such magnificence.
"Th-this... is an island?"
Behind Mystic Tortoise, the Flowing Cloud Sect's ancestor cried out involuntarily.
His withered fingers clenched the edge of his sleeve until his knuckles turned white, and his weathered face was filled with trembling disbelief.
It was simply too shocking.
This was not an island, but an entire great world.
A great world whose source power surpassed even that of countless universes combined.
Perhaps it truly was because he had seen too little that he was so shaken.
Beneath them lay a primeval forest.
Ancient trees towered within it, each over a hundred zhang tall. Their crowns spread like enormous umbrellas, while purple mist curled through their branches and leaves.
Massive