He steered the small boat through the dense fog, and soon the silhouette of a desolate island, exposed like a solitary grave, emerged eerily in the mist.
Yet he was unbothered, steering the boat onward, and he actually collided head-on with the desolate island.
The result...
There was no sandy beach upon impact, no boat run aground; Xu Yang piloted his small craft straight "through" the heart of the solitary island.
This... was actually an illusion!
Piercing the veil of the illusion, the world abruptly opened up, and as the thick fog dispersed, a large island in the middle of a lake was revealed.
The island's surroundings were dotted with strange rocks, which did not feel abrupt but naturally formed, harboring their own mysterious charms.
Formation (the rocks formed a formation, blending false with true)
Xu Yang brought the boat to shore, disembarked onto the island and began to transport various living supplies.
"Grr! Grr! Grr!"
