Cheng Xinzhan followed the servant guiding him to a residence halfway up the mountain.
The Thin Daoist's idea suited him perfectly. The harder these demon fiends fought among themselves like dogs biting dogs, the better; the more died on both sides, the better. He could offer ideas and stir up trouble, but there was no need to stay and fight a pitched battle.
Besides, at this moment, Cheng Xinzhan had no attention to spare for anything else. He was more concerned with what exactly was happening inside his Heart Mansion. Now that he had reached Brush-Rack Mountain in the island's center, the surging within him was ten times fiercer than when he first landed!
Cheng Xinzhan could not settle his mind if he simply let this continue. He had to get to the bottom of it.
After resting until evening, Cheng Xinzhan left the residence. The blue light on Earth Yin Island was even more conspicuous now, and everything looked dark and eerie beneath its rippling glow.
He now possessed an Earth Yin Island token and the position of Star-Plucking Hall's strategist, personally conferred by the Thin Daoist. With far fewer reservations, he strode openly toward the island's western shore.
Before long, he flew through the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array at its edge, passed through the ghost fog, and landed on the ring-shaped island nearby.
Here, the gloomy yellow-black ghost fog finally stopped obstructing his view, replaced by a magnificent moonlit seascape. A bright moon as large as a cartwheel hung high overhead, pouring down clear, cold light that fell upon the waves and shattered into a sea of flowing silver.
As his view opened up, the tides reached his ears, like a softly murmured song that soothed body and mind. Rich moisture entered his lungs with every breath, refreshing him