The Eastern Sea stretched vast and misty, its enormous waves surging endlessly.
Three immortal islands stood embedded in the emerald waters in a triangular formation, appearing and disappearing amid the haze.
Ordinary beings could not see any trace of them at all. Even if they did, they would think their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Formations protected each of the three immortal islands, with Great Dao Chains flickering in and out of sight.
From afar, the three immortal islands seemed not far apart, but in truth, the distance between them was considerable. Yet for a Daluo, such a distance only required a single escape technique and could be crossed in the blink of an eye.
That day, countless beings rode clouds and mist, crossing the sea to reach Penglai Island, the central island among the three.
Stormy waves crashed against the reefs by the island, rolling up a thousand heaps of snow.
The island held countless immortal mountains. Clouds drifted between the peaks, waterfalls streamed down, and mist rose in swirls. Immortal qi lingered faintly in the air. The forests were lush and verdant, ancient vines twisted around trees, immortal cranes cried out in the sky, and young deer grazed in the woods.
Atop the tallest peak stood sprawling palaces and clusters of pavilions, with soaring eaves, elaborate brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters. Immortal music drifted melodiously within, while immortal maidens danced gracefully inside. Immortal attendants walked in procession carrying silver trays piled high with delicacies, fruits, and spirit brews beyond counting.
The Three Immortal Islands had originally had owners. However, during the era when the Three Clans dominated the Primordial World, their original masters had been wiped out by the Dragon Clan. They were not the later Penglai Three Immortals.
The present Penglai Three Immortal Islands were