At the northernmost point of the Boundless Sea, a brilliant stream of light shot across the sky, crashing towards the ground like a falling star.
Before long, Lu Xuan stepped out of the stream of light, his dark robes billowing, surrounded by an almost imperceptible aura of pressure.
His expression was cold and stern, and his gaze swept around like an eagle.
The waves, year after year, polished the sand barren, rendering it devoid of any vegetation, a wasteland.
Eventually, his gaze locked onto the depths of the deserted island, where a mist shrouded, exuding a hint of mystery.
At the bottom of the island's abyss, Lu Xuan's hands danced simultaneously.
Rays of spiritual light burst from Lu Xuan's fingertips, layers of mystical barriers spreading like a spider's web.
The Spiritual Qi here was extremely scarce, like a forgotten corner of the world, avoided by ordinary creatures.
Coupled with the heavy restrictions set by Lu Xuan.
