Xu Zimo's heart pounded far too quickly, and an inexplicable panic rose within him.
He looked at that triangular island. It seemed familiar.
Yet he could not remember where he had seen it before.
In a dream, perhaps?
The island drew closer and closer to the ship, and the passengers aboard began discussing it animatedly.
This ship was controlled by a faction called the Ning Family.
At this moment, the ship slowly came to a stop not far from the island.
The guards aboard seemed to be seeking the captain's instructions.
After a long while, a fat man in a white sailor's uniform swaggered out.
In a booming voice, he said to everyone in the cabin, "The captain permits everyone to land on the island and explore.
"The ship will remain here for three days. You must return after three days.
"Those who do not wish to go ashore may rest in the cabin.
"Anyone who has not returned after three days will not be waited for."
Upon hearing the fat man's words, the people aboard scattered in all directions.
One after another, they rose into the air and flew toward the island.
Though such floating islands offered endless opportunities, they were equally fraught with danger.
There were even rumors of dangers capable of wiping out the entire island.
But the path of cultivation was, by nature, a struggle to seize the creations of Heaven and Earth and break free from the control of the Great Dao.
In all things, one must contend for that single word: "fight."
Xu Zimo slowly stepped through the air. He did not know why, but the island before him seemed to stir countless memories within him.
Yet those memories could neither be explained nor understood.
It was as though they lacked a crucial point