Zhao Sheng gazed into the distance, his Divine Thought quietly spreading out, enveloping the entire sea in an instant.
After confirming the location of the abnormal fluctuation once again, he suddenly transformed into a tunneling light and sped toward a certain stone island thousands of miles away.
In the span of one breath, a small island suddenly appeared in sight, its shore lined with strange rocks and peculiar reefs scattered unevenly.
The island was lush and green, with a thousand-foot Stone Peak standing tall in its depths. In the southwest of the island lay a small town surrounded by nearly a thousand acres of farmland, where many old farmers were working in the fields.
A few miles east of the town, a wharf had been built, but it was eerily quiet and sparsely populated, with seven or eight sea ships docked at its side.
At the foot of the Stone Peak in the island's depths, a winding path was barely visible in the grass, stretching all the way up to the peak.
