This time, they did not hurry on their way, but flew at a moderate pace so the ordinary members of the Witch Clan could keep up.
Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the way, the five Great Witches guarded the middle of the procession, and more than a hundred ordinary Witch Clan members followed behind.
Their mighty procession blotted out the sky and sun.
After flying for several days, they finally reached the depths of the East Sea.
Using his vast righteous qi and the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler, Pan Xuan sensed the wards they had laid before and led everyone through them into the waters surrounding the Three Immortal Islands.
The three islands were arranged in a triangle, floating quietly above the sea.
The main island was the largest and stood at the apex of the triangle; the two slightly smaller islands lay to its lower left and right.
Dense vegetation covered the islands, spiritual birds and exotic beasts moved among it, and the spiritual energy was so thick it seemed tangible.
Pan Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches landed on the main island first and carefully inspected the wards they had laid before.
Those wards combined the law powers of the Twelve Ancestral Witches with Pan Xuan's vast righteous qi and merit profound yellow light.
Though they were already powerful enough, Pan Xuan felt they were still insufficient.
The Three Immortal Islands were the Witch Clan's overseas foundation and could not be allowed to fall. The wards had to be absolutely foolproof.
"Reinforce the wards," Pan Xuan said.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches then each took a position and once again activated their respective Law Deities.
Di Jiang used the power of space to further seal off the auras of the three islands, blending them into the surrounding