From afar, this was far more than just an island.
The mist stretched across an enormous range, at least tens of thousands of square kilometers. One could scarcely see its end.
As far as the eye could see, mountain ranges rose and fell, like several enormous dragons twisting and shifting through the void.
It was like the uncanny craftsmanship of the cosmos itself.
While it inspired awe, it also made one feel one's own insignificance.
However, Dog Mountain had not named it Mist Island at random.
When Xu Zimo's warship arrived here,
the sound of the Great Way seemed to ring out faintly through the void.
"Return through the mist; let the island be your home."
"The departed are gone; living beings are forbidden to pass."
These two sentences echoed throughout the cosmos, their precise source impossible to discern.
It was as though they resounded from every corner of the universe.
Yet the voice was not loud. It was like someone sighing softly.
The meaning of the two sentences was easy enough to understand, but they did not offer much information.
The sighing voice kept repeating those same two lines.
What was even stranger was that one could only hear them after entering this region.
Even if one stepped outside, even if only a single step away, those voices could no longer be heard.
At this moment, many people had already gathered around Mist Island.
As the warship drew closer, Xu Zimo saw the entrance to the mist-shrouded island.
It was a bronze great gate enveloped in mist.
To the front-left of the great gate stood a tangible Stone Tablet.
If everything else within Mist Island was obscured by mist, half-hidden and impossible to see clearly,
then this Stone Tablet alone was exceptionally clear.
There was a line of writing