Liu Changxu and his wife, Wu Xuege, soon flew above Penglai Island. Leaning forward slightly, they gazed down at the vast land below, where rolling mountain ranges stretched and wound like sleeping dragons. Lush forests covered the mountains, their dense branches and leaves overlapping in layers, as though draping the land in a thick green cloak.
At the center of the island, the most eye-catching sight was an immense lake, its blue waters stretching into the distance. Beneath the gentle moonlight, the water shimmered like an enormous silver mirror, radiating a mysterious, captivating aura. By a rough estimate, it spanned at least seven or eight thousand li.
An island lay quietly at the center of the lake. It was not particularly large, measuring roughly five or six hundred li across.
It was nighttime, and although the darkness concealed the island's full beauty, the faint outlines of its rolling mountains and the dark silhouettes of its lush forests suggested that its scenery was truly extraordinary.
At the center of the island stood seven majestic peaks, each ten thousand zhang tall. They appeared even more imposing in the darkness, standing steadfast like seven giants and piercing the heavens. Their towering forms, reaching into the clouds, were a powerful, awe-inspiring sight.
At the sight before him, joy welled up in Liu Changxu's heart. He was extremely pleased with the surroundings.
He then took his wife Wu Xuege's delicate hand and flew with her toward the small island. Before long, they landed atop one of the ten-thousand-zhang peaks at its center.
The moment they touched down, an extraordinarily dense surge of spiritual energy washed over them. It was so thick that it seemed like tangible mist, enveloping Liu Changxu completely.
Liu Changxu drew a deep breath and immediately felt invigorated. Every pore in his