Because everything here was linked together, ring after ring.
Clearly, the core of the variable here could not possibly be separated from this ancient immortal altar.
The island was large, yet not large.
In just a few days, one could grasp the functional structure of the entire island.
This island was a cultivation island specifically used to grow spirit medicines, precious medicines, Spirit Plants, and related crops.
It was a treasured back-mountain ground belonging to a sect, used to produce cultivation resources.
There was nothing particularly special about it.
Within a major sect, islands like this could be found by the handful; they were not remarkable in the slightest.
He had also thought of one thing. The only thing that could count as unexpected was the ancient immortal altar before him.
It was said to be an ancient immortal relic that would be opened to the entire sect.
That claim had been passed down from above.
Yet when he asked some of the local cultivators here about those cultivators from above, their memories were hazy, and they could not provide an answer.
He had previously suspected that this was caused by the variable.
But judging from the situation now, this place was more like a side-shadow of a moment from antiquity.
Reflected into this era of the Nine Heavens.
"Rest assured. Since my heart has sensed it, the thing here will be mine."
He sensed a trace of divine sense stirring restlessly in the depths of his sea of consciousness.
Without even furrowing his brow, he spoke calmly.
Only a faint, bewitching gleam surfaced in the depths of his pupils.
Crash, crash—it was as though seawater were surging in with the tide.
As spatial fluctuations emerged.
At the very edge of this world, ripples of watery light rose and fell