The mansion's microcosm inside the cabin tilted.
After some discussion, Zhang Yuan and the others left the cabin together and stepped onto the Magic Ship's deck.
Cui Wenshan and Cui Qingchi stood at the edge of the deck, gazing ahead with solemn eyes.
Before them lay the sight.
The Magic Ship had struck the reefs along an island's shore. It listed to one side, held under the unseen influence of formation arts, and could not right itself for now.
"Yuanxi, you're here. Your elder and younger aunts have already gone ashore to investigate. Fellow Daoist Zhang, please wait a moment," Cui Wenshan said.
Zhang Yuan nodded and looked toward the island ahead.
The island was enormous and roughly circular, with a circumference of over thirty thousand li. From here, he could clearly see that it was divided into four sections-east, south, west, and north-with distinct boundaries, as though cleaved apart by blades and axes.
"This island... something's wrong. It doesn't look like an ordinary island," Zhang Yuan said with a frown.
Cui Qingchi nodded. "You have a keen eye, fellow Daoist. From what I've observed, this is indeed no ordinary island. Unless I'm mistaken, it formed from the corpse of a sea-dwelling Dragonkind. In life, he must have been a Bixi."
A Bixi had a dragon's head and a turtle's body-a Dragon Turtle, a subordinate of True Dragons just like a Flood Dragon.
"A Dragon Turtle. Then this must be the South Sea Dragon Clan's doing."
Zhang Yuan studied the island's four sections. At the center of each stood a great mountain shaped like a spinal column, and atop those mountains shimmered four spiritual lights of different colors.
"Ren water in the north, Bing fire in the south, Wu Earth in the west. What is that light in the east?"