By rights, the fabled Immortal Continent at sea ought to have been a peerless wonder, an immortal paradise in the mortal world.
At the very least, it should have had immortal palaces of gold and jade, and halls of colored glass.
Unfortunately, apart from its vast, magnificent grandeur, little of what Song Yan had seen along the way could be called an immortal blessed land.
He paused on a raised terrace and looked toward a mountain in the far distance.
It, too, was hazy, but he could faintly make out that most of it was white with snow. It seemed to be a great snowy mountain.
The Immortal Continent was magnificent, but it looked somewhat desolate.
Looking around, he saw clouds and mist winding through heaven and earth, as though a gauzy veil covered everything, presumably because the strange mist never dispersed throughout the year.
Of course, Song Yan knew as well.
Perhaps it had once been as he imagined, only to become like this after being abandoned for far too long for some unknown reason.
The surrounding mountains rose and fell, studded with jagged rocks.
Occasionally, he could glimpse palaces and pavilions in the distance, but they were like flowers viewed through mist, blurred and indistinct.
His Divine Sense could barely extend through this mist.
Song Yan did not dare wander recklessly. Even when he spotted distant palaces, he left them alone for the moment.
Void-Viewing could not see that far. If they turned out to be mirages, he would not only have made the trip in vain, but could easily lose his bearings.
"Hm?"
As he walked, Song Yan suddenly stopped and tilted his head to listen.
"What's that sound?"
From deep within the mist, there seemed to come a faint, elusive song.
The song was actually light