The great ship rumbled through layer upon layer of mist, crossing the void. After an unknown stretch of time, it suddenly let out a low horn blast.
Shi Yi and the Double Pupils Woman opened their eyes, rose from their meditation cushions, and left their private cabin.
"We're here!"
Someone called out, informing the passengers aboard.
The two came onto the deck and gazed ahead. An incomparably vast island lay before them-not resting upon the sea, but suspended in the void. Its dark mass blotted out the sky and sun, radiating an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Finally! Is this the legendary Demon Island? It truly is extraordinary. I can feel a mysterious power permeating the void."
"Haha, opportunities like this are hard to come by. If we gain anything here, the rewards will be unimaginable."
Many young cultivators aboard the ship looked excited, eagerly anticipating their coming journey on Demon Island. Of course, they were nervous as well. Everyone knew the island's fearsome reputation; far, far too many cultivators had died within it.
Soon, dozens of great ships docked, and several thousand cultivators disembarked one after another.
Shi Yi and the Double Pupils Woman walked side by side, unnoticed and unremarked.
The cultivators' attention was largely focused on the chosen geniuses who made no effort to conceal themselves.
Quite a few remarkable figures seemed to have come for this opening of Demon Island. Several youths stood proud and spirited, their bearing extraordinary. Servants guarded each of them, making their distinguished status and formidable backgrounds obvious at a glance.
Among them, the most eye-catching was a youth with a cold expression.
He wore the sacred Five-Colored Battle Garment and stood tall and heroic. Sacred power flowed across his garment, vast and unfathomable. Like a deity descended from the highest heavens into