From the outside, this golden turtle island truly deserved to be called an immortal island. Yet once they entered, what they saw was utterly different from what they had seen outside.
Black Cat said, "Be careful. Though the divination does not show any great danger, the methods of ancient great powers are strange and unfathomable."
Zhou Shenlong remained calmly composed. "It's fine."
In this great age where so many variables had descended, there had never been any place of absolute safety.
Even within a sect, all was not harmonious.
Battles of the Dao and competition existed there as well.
It was only that after he had become the Dao Sect's Dao Child, such struggles had diminished somewhat. Outside, however, competition had only grown fiercer.
The things Zhou Shenlong saw here gave rise to the same thought Black Cat had.
"This Golden Turtle Island is already dead."
"Let's go that way first."
He followed his instincts.
Cliffs hung high in the air, and towering buildings stood clustered across that area.
They rose amid precipitous mountains and rugged ridges. Upon those especially sheer cliffs, pavilions seemed to have sprouted from thin air like the branches of trees, carrying a chilling air touched by a faint, sinister gloom.
The flagstone path along the suspended cliffs was exceptionally level.
Ordinary people walking upon it would surely find it terrifyingly steep.
But all those who could enter this place were cultivators.
Riding the wind through the air, becoming streaks of light and flying rainbows—such arts of soaring through heaven and burrowing through earth were nothing difficult for them.
Thus, those who entered did not feel much fear. They only found it strange.
Zhou Shenlong stepped onto the flagstone path. He looked at the mountain road carved through the cliffside, then at a pavilion emerging ahead