As soon as Ning Cheng arrived at the edge of Shen Chuan Island, he felt a resistance, but it did not seem to be very strong. With a slight circulation of his True Yuan, he already rushed into the island.
The powerful spirit qi surrounded Ning Cheng, making him feel that Shen Chuan Island was an excellent place for cultivation. In such a spirit qi-rich island domain, the emergence of even the finest spiritual grass would not be surprising.
A dreamlike feeling surged in his heart as if the place where he stood was not an island but a fairy tale world, somewhat unreal. Even his Divine Sense could only scan the few meters around him, which was even less than what his eyes could see. Using his eyes, he could only see the surroundings within a ten-meter radius; beyond that, there was only a fantastical world to behold.
