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East China Sea.

The waves surged, and the sky was clear.

A figure in green robes slowly materialized in the void, with black hair flowing over his shoulders and a calm gaze.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

There, the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele stands majestically, its crimson-gold light soaring into the sky. Hundreds of millions of humans kneel before the stele, cultivating day and night without daring to slacken.

That was his disciple.

That is the foundation of humanity.

But he came here today not for those humans.

Xuan Du slowly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the sea below.

The East China Sea is vast, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles without end.

This place seems ordinary, calm and tranquil, with waves surging, no different from the surrounding sea.

Deep within the Xuan Du Purple Mansion, the Chaos Pearl trembled slightly.

The tremor was extremely slight, yet it carried a subtle, undeniable guidance.

Guidance of fortune.

When he first unlocked the total fortune of the Jie Sect, the scene that emerged from the pillar of fortune, and those shimmering points of light, all appeared in his mind at this moment.

The largest and brightest point points to the Netherworld Blood Sea and the Chaos Pearl.

He has already taken it.

Of the remaining points of light, some had dimmed, while others continued to flicker.

The place that was guiding him at this moment was the most intense of the remaining opportunities.

Xuan Du's gaze narrowed slightly.

His divine sense reached out and surged towards the sea below like a tide.

Inch by inch.

Foot by foot.

One zhang at a time.

Beneath the surface, fish and shrimp swim, corals thrive, and reefs stand in jagged formations.

It is no different from ordinary sea areas.

Xuan Du frowned slightly.

He probed again.

This time, the divine sense was more condensed, more subtle, and more profound.

It penetrates the seawater, the reefs, the earth's veins, and the layers upon layers of void.

at last.

"Buzz".

Xuan Du's eyes brightened slightly.

He sensed it.

Deep within the void, there was an extremely hidden barrier that was silently blocking his divine sense.

The barrier was extremely thin and faint, so faint that it almost blended into the void.

If not for deliberate searching, and without the guidance of the Chaos Pearl, even a sage might not be able to detect it in the slightest.

The Primordial Grand Array.

Moreover, it is a high-grade innate formation.

A slow smile crept onto Xuan Du's lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of understanding.

Sure enough.

There is indeed a hidden meaning here.

He slowly raised his hand.

Chaotic martial arts runes quietly appeared in his palm.

The runes trembled slightly, and a martial will that surpassed all laws and was supreme suddenly erupted!

next moment.

"brush!"

A beam of chaotic light burst forth from his palm and fell straight into the sea below!

Where the light passed, the seawater suddenly froze!

Where the light reached, the void suddenly distorted!

Where the light fell, a transparent barrier, visible to the naked eye, finally slowly emerged!

Above the barrier, innate Dao patterns flowed endlessly, the illusory images of the sun, moon, and stars rotated, and the patterns of mountains and rivers were clearly visible.

But under the wash of that chaotic light, those Dao patterns began to tremble violently!

"Click."

A faint cracking sound rang out.

A crack quietly appeared on the barrier.

"Click."

The second one.

The third way.

The fourth one.

The cracks became more numerous, denser, and deeper.

at last.

"Bang!"

The barrier shattered with a deafening roar!

The instant it shattered, an extremely dense innate spiritual energy surged out from behind the barrier!

The spiritual energy was so rich, so pure, and so vast that it instantly enveloped the entire sea area!

Above the sea, mist rises, illusory images of celestial birds circle, illusory images of auspicious beasts run, and illusory images of lingzhi and immortal herbs sway gracefully!

Xuan Du's eyes brightened slightly.

He looked toward where the barrier had crumbled.

There, the void was still distorted, but within that distortion, a portal was slowly taking shape.

Beyond the gate, the outline of an island could be vaguely seen.

On the island, majestic mountains rise, ancient trees reach for the sky, waterfalls cascade and springs flow, and exotic flowers and rare herbs abound.

Furthermore, a faint, ethereal Daoist aura emanates from the depths of the island, instantly refreshing the mind and spirit.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

"Just as I thought."

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying an undisguised satisfaction:

"If nothing unexpected happens, this island is one of those three fairy islands."

"Yingzhou?"

"Penglai?"

"Abbot?"

He paused, his smile deepening.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The words fell.

Xuandu took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green disappeared into the doorway in an instant.

After the portal.

A whole new world.

Xuan Du landed on the edge of the island, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced around.

Beneath your feet is a white jade boardwalk that winds its way into the depths of the island.

On both sides of the plank road, Ganoderma lucidum and other rare herbs grow in abundance, each exuding a rich spiritual energy, and are at least a million years old.

Further away, ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches and leaves lush and abundant. Each tree is as thick as a thousand-year-old tree, and the patterns on their trunks flow with spiritual energy.

Above the sky, celestial birds circled, their wings radiating countless rays of light. Each one possessed a powerful aura, comparable to a Golden Immortal cultivator.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

While the spiritual energy on this island may not be as abundant as that of Jin'ao Island, it far surpasses that of ordinary blessed lands in the outside world.

Moreover, this island is isolated from the world and protected by a primordial grand formation, so it has never appeared in the world.

The creatures on the island have mostly awakened their intelligence and are quite powerful.

If a cultivator were to occupy this island and establish a sect based there, given time, it might very well become a great religion.

pity.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

He came here not to establish a new school of thought.

He came here for that thing.

That thing, guided by destiny, shone with a brilliance second only to the Chaos Pearl.

Xuan Du took a step and slowly walked along the white jade plank road into the depths of the island.

The plank road meanders through ancient trees.

Wherever he went, the ancient trees that had awakened their intelligence swayed their branches and leaves, as if bowing to him.

The lingzhi mushrooms and other medicinal herbs swayed slightly, releasing an even richer fragrance.

Xuan Du remained calm as he continued forward.

About an incense stick later.

At the end of the plank road, a stone tablet stands majestically.

The stone tablet is about three zhang tall, and its entire body is bluish-gray. Daoist patterns flow on the tablet, and the innate Daoist charm permeates the air.

Three large ancient seal characters are clearly visible on the surface of the stele:

Yingzhou Island.

Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly.

Yingzhou.

It truly is one of the three fairy islands.

Legend has it that after Pangu separated heaven and earth, chaos shattered and evolved into the primordial world.

On the East China Sea, three fairy islands came into being.

Penglai.

Abbot.

Yingzhou.

The three islands are isolated from the world and protected by a primordial array, and only those with the right destiny can enter.

Even a sage, without the right opportunity, would not be able to find any trace of the Three Islands.

The island is rich in spiritual energy and full of rare treasures. Moreover, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, the Yellow Plum, is born deep within Yingzhou Island.

Xuan Du's eyes brightened slightly.

Huangzhongli.

This tree is an innate spiritual root that existed since the beginning of chaos. It is ranked alongside the ginseng fruit tree and the peach tree as one of the ten innate spiritual roots.

Legend has it that this tree flowers once every ten thousand years, bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and matures once every ten thousand years, taking thirty thousand years to produce a single fruit.

The fruit is yellow in color, hence the name Huangzhong Plum.

If a cultivator consumes it, they can directly attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

If a Great Luo Golden Immortal were to consume it, their cultivation would surge, reaching the level of a Quasi-Saint.

If one consumes the sacred food, one can also improve one's cultivation and solidify one's path.

Even a sage, if he obtains a Huangzhong plum, can refine it into an elixir to enhance his cultivation.

Such treasures are coveted by cultivators throughout the primordial world, yet no one has ever truly seen them.

Yingzhou Island is hidden in the endless void and has never appeared in the world.

Now, the gateway to Yingzhou Island is open to him.

Huang Zhongli is located somewhere on the island.

The smile on Xuan Du's lips deepened even further.

He stepped over the stone tablet and continued forward.

After passing through an ancient forest, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A valley came into view.

The valley was not large, about a hundred feet in circumference.

The spiritual energy in the valley was so dense that it almost solidified, turning into spiritual mist that lingered within.

At the bottom of the valley, a towering ancient tree stands.

The tree is hundreds of feet tall, with lush branches and leaves, and its canopy is like a canopy, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The tree trunk is golden in color, and each leaf is shaped like a five-clawed claw, with innate Daoist energy flowing endlessly within the veins of the leaves.

Thirty fruits hung from the branches among the leaves.

The fruit is shaped like a baby's fist, with a yellowish-brown color and a golden sheen, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

The fragrance filled his nostrils, and Xuandu felt his blood and qi surge slightly, causing the speed of his magical power circulation deep within his Purple Mansion to increase by three points.

Huangzhongli!

It is Huang Zhongli, one of the ten innate spiritual roots!