There were countless bays along the North Sea on Cangxian Continent—so many they were nearly beyond counting. Some were large, some small, and among them, Feather Spirit Bay could absolutely rank among the top three. It spanned several hundred li. Massive mountain ranges stretched into the North Sea like a giant foot, while thousands upon thousands of enormous seagoing vessels lay moored in the tranquil bays between those mountains, fully provisioned and ready to sail. Likewise, beyond the bay, countless ships slowly returned each day.
Feather Spirit Bay was vast not only because of the several inlets reaching deep into the North Sea, but also because of the towns nestled amid the mountains on land. Originally, Feather Spirit Bay had possessed no towns. But once people came, towns followed. These towns had no names and differed from those elsewhere on Cangxian Continent. No Confucian cultivators had founded a state here, nor did any government office stand guard, because those who came to Feather Spirit Bay included not only humans pursuing their dreams, but many demons, dragons, and other strange races as well. Indeed, there were often more fish demons in Feather Spirit Bay than humans.
Dusk had already fallen, the hour when ten thousand birds returned to their nests. Around Feather Spirit Bay, quite a few cultivators urged clouds or flying boats downward at great speed. Though night had not yet descended, the entire bay was already ablaze with lights, like a splendid nest awaiting those who were returning home.
A cry only slightly louder than birdsong rang through the twilight sky. A fierce bird, more than ten zhang long, spread its wings and descended toward Feather Spirit Bay. Suddenly, a flying serpent several zhang in length shot down from high above like lightning. Feathered wings beat beneath its belly,