The lake in August was level, its emptiness blending into the clear sky.
This was Fusheng Ferry, the largest lake in the entire Heavenly Domain. Beyond the mist-wreathed opposite shore lay the renowned Immortal Ancient Battlefield.
Though it was called a lake, it was more vast than an ocean. Even with an immortal's eyesight, one could not see its end.
Gleaming waves shone like a mirror. Occasionally, gigantic scaled creatures burst through the waves, their tails and fins churning up ten thousand zhang of raging water—several of those auras had clearly reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
"Fusheng Ferry has a natural air-restriction domain. Let's land for the time being."
After Ouyang Yuanshan finished speaking, the Spirit Boat slowly descended. Its hull lightly touched the water, spreading layers of ripples.
In an instant, dark shadows stirred beneath the water, and countless demons gathered at the sound.
Only after sensing the formidable aura within the boat did they quietly scatter, sinking back into the depths of the watery expanse.
Shen Yun stepped onto the deck and gazed into the distance.
All he saw were vast misty waters meeting the sky. Where the sunlight fell, ten thousand points of shattered gold glittered, bringing an indescribable ease to the heart.
"What a beautiful place..."
He murmured to himself, and he was not referring only to the magnificent scenery.
The nearly substantial spiritual energy and the abundant, circulating rhythms of the Great Dao were somewhat inferior to those of Bikong Valley, but they were by no means insignificant.
With such a vast stretch of water displaying such an aura, it would not be an exaggeration to call it an Immortal Realm in the mortal world.
Just as everyone was admiring the scenery, more and more Spirit Boats arrived one after another. They rode the