Cheng Xinzhan landed on Flood Furnace Island.
Flood Furnace Island was covered in brown rock and yellow earth, with little vegetation except for a strange kind of green tree growing sparsely here and there. Their leaves were broad, fat, and thick, like palms, but covered in thorns.
Third Younger Sister was undoubtedly the happiest. She inhaled the sulfurous fumes and bounded through the air, finally bringing Cheng Xinzhan to the edge of an enormous cavern at the mountaintop. The cavern resembled a well, with sulfurous fumes rising like beacon smoke.
Third Younger Sister indicated that they would settle here, then darted into the yellow smoke to play by herself.
Cheng Xinzhan looked around and chose the largest Green Palm Tree-he would call it that for now. Then he casually cleaved off several huge rocks and stacked them into a simple stone hut without a door beneath the tree.
Although he had long since ceased to fear wind or sun, some things were carved into his bones-he simply felt more comfortable with something to shelter beneath.
He swept the stone hut with a wind technique, then walked inside and sat on the ground.
He closed his eyes in contemplation.
He should have passed the first hurdle: blending into the Overseas Demon Cult.
The Great Belly Sea was well situated, just beyond the coastal waters, bordering the Ten Thousand Corpses Sea on its eastern side. There would certainly be friction with the Ten Thousand Corpses Sea in the future, allowing him to fish in troubled waters.
Farther east lay deeper waters, but the domains of those Fifth Realm cultivators were still very far away. To the north were the coasts of Jinling and Qilu, where there were essentially no demonic forces. If something truly went wrong, he could flee that way.
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