A gust of wind swept through the "ruins" of the Penglai Three Islands, raising a scattering of residual yellow leaves.
The backs of the three powerful beings in this wind seemed somewhat desolate, as they stared at the scene before them, momentarily stunned.
What lay before them was an empty and scattered Cloud Sea. In their memory, there should have been a huge mountain here.
Named Mirage Mountain.
Penglai, with its thousand years of inheritance, was seeing such bright sunlight for the first time, with much less obstruction.
Where is my mountain?
My huge mountain at that?!
Daoist Cang Sheng's pupils contracted rapidly, his emotions mingling shock, anger, and disbelief.
Even more absurd was what lay below the Penglai Three Islands. By name, there should naturally be three islands. Yet, what remained were countless fragmented stones in the sea, sinking and floating amid the foam of the waves.
