Yang Zhen maneuvered the giant centipede, slashing through obstacles and rushing toward the island. Before long, they pulled ahead of everyone else, climbing onto the so-called Emperor Island.
There were not any strong prohibitions on Emperor Island, rather it gave a sense as if being in a different world. Yang Zhen only felt a shock surge through his body; they had arrived in another world.
Unlike the terrifying scenes outside, there weren't any turbulent waves on the island, instead, peace and tranquility hung in the air.
The sky was blue, the water clear, floral fragrances and birdsong filled the surroundings, exuding an endless vitality. The continuous stretch of mountains was intoxicating.
When the three of them stepped out from the giant centipede, they were immediately stunned by the peaceful and serene landscape before them.
"Are you sure this is the Emperor Island?" Yang Zhen asked as he turned toward Wang Meiling.
