On a deserted island, the sun shone faintly, and a few tufts of yellowing vegetation swayed with the breeze.
The next moment, the waves seemed to grow stronger, surging and crashing heavily onto the beach.
Many spirit fish were washed ashore, wriggling wildly among the gravel.
At this moment, beside the coastal rocks, a large-headed sturgeon suddenly emerged from the waves. The next moment, a cultivator wearing a spirit-blocking robe bizarrely stepped out from its enormous mouth.
The sturgeon then plunged back into the sea and disappeared from sight.
The figure in the spirit-blocking robe removed his veil, revealing a delicate young face. He looked around and then breathed a long sigh of relief, before starting to set up arrays on the island.
Several array banners fell, concealing the desolation of the island completely.
The young man raised his hand, signaling safety.
