Near one edge of the island stood a small mountain over seventy zhang high.
The mountain covered an area of roughly three to four hundred zhang. Back then, Elder Hao and Elder Tang had often stayed atop this mountain, meditating each day to restore their cultivation.
Before long, the three of them landed at the foot of the mountain.
Li Yan also looked the mountain over from top to bottom. The entire peak was grayish white, and not even a blade of wild grass grew upon it, making it appear exceptionally smooth.
Other than several relatively level areas atop its summit, the entire mountain was a bald hill with somewhat rounded curves.
This mountain had another distinctive feature. On the side facing where Li Yan and the others had landed, aside from its narrow edges, the entire mountain wall was occupied by a huge cavern where lights of every color continuously intertwined and flickered.
Within that chaotic, disorderly tangle of light, it was impossible to see what lay behind it. It looked both like a gaping mouth opened toward the sea and a passage draped with countless curtains.
It was as though passing through this place would allow one to enter a mysterious and unknown space.
The moment Li Yan arrived, his expression changed, for the entire island was permeated by a muddled, mixed power.
And these powers mainly continuously seeped out from the cave before them.
They clearly felt different from the forces of heaven and earth Li Yan had encountered elsewhere before.
It was as though an extra boulder had suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, utterly out of place with its surroundings.
After those mixed powers left the island, they only spread for a short distance before disappearing completely.
Li Yan could clearly sense that these powers