Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 745

Chapter 745: The Sacred Island of the Xuan clan Chapter 745: The Sacred Island of the Xuan clan The price of knowing what she shouldn’t have known was not something she could afford.  Furthermore, she was sure that he would never expose the secret of his portable space to her, a stranger.

She knew he just wanted to tease and trick her.

Ji Fulin did want to tease her, but who knew he would end up being the one teased?

How could she possibly tease him with her plain expression?

He let out a low chuckle from his throat as he stood up and strode out of the room.  No one paid attention to him.  “Don’t worry; he might be staying to recuperate at the Sacred Island,” Shenlian Yingyue said, looking at Huang Bai Xing, who was lost in thought.  Huang Bai Xing lowered her eyelashes.

If her father wasn’t at the Sacred Island, she would do everything in her power to reach him.

“Yingyue, I’m back!” Wang Pei Zhi rushed inside to sit next to her after reuniting with his family.

————— Located in one of the most dangerous seas, which normal cultivators didn’t dare to sail, there were three islands close to each other.  From above, the positions of each island formed the shape of a triangle.  All three islands were enveloped by an invisible barrier that prevented outsiders from seeing what was inside.  From the sky, these islands appeared empty.  “Why don’t we see the Sacred Island?” the people asked doubtfully.  “All three islands combined are called the Sacred Island.

I don’t know why the Xuan clan named it like this,” those who were informed shook their heads in response.  It was the tenth day, and everyone finally arrived at the Sacred Island after traveling night and day without stopping.

It had been hard to find these islands because they were hidden behind a thick mist.  Even demons didn’t know such islands existed, which was why humans escaped safely.  In fact, no one except the descendants of the Xuan clan knew the way here.

Several days ago, everyone felt depressed because they didn’t know the specific location of the Sacred Island.

Huang Bai Xing, who usually kept quiet and acted like a bystander, suddenly revealed that she knew where the island was.  People from the Inner Domain were aware of her good relationship with the Holy Son of the Xuan clan, Xuan Jing.

This news had spread everywhere, while people in the Superior Domain were confused.

“Girl, could you please inform the Holy Son that we’re here?” They asked her carefully.

They didn’t have the audacity to let Xuan Jing come and take them in, but the array formation had to be opened from the inside.

“They’re already here.” Before Huang Bai Xing could speak, the voice of the sect master of the Fairy Palace sect resounded.

A group of people dressed in flawless white hanfu floated into the sky.

Looking closely, the man in front, who wore a mask, gave the impression of a holy being that people feared to touch for fear of blaspheming him.

As they got closer, they realized just how perfect he was.

His silver-white hair resembled frosted snow, and his captivating silver-red eyes were like mysterious rubies, embodying a sense of duality-both light and dark, calmness and intensity.

His skin was crystal-clear, with light cyan blood vessels faintly visible beneath the surface.

His eyelashes were as white as snow.

His presence was like pure snow paired with a warm breeze.

Wherever he passed, ice lotuses bloomed beneath his feet, the sea froze, and the air was filled with the scents of lotus and snow.

No matter how many people described his stunning beauty and power, it paled in comparison to what everyone was witnessing with their own eyes that day.

They looked at him in a daze, astonished.

Xuan Jing approached Huang Bai Xing’s side and nodded at her before turning to leave.

No one noticed it, but Dongfang Moqing and Ji Fulin caught Xuan Jing’s sidelong glance toward their location.

They didn’t believe that the Holy Son was looking at them, but rather at someone beside them.

No one dared to speak about the Holy Son’s departure.

It was already a great honor for them that he had come to open the array formation so they could enter.

Ji Fulin snapped his fingers, controlling the flying spaceship to move toward Sacred Island.  As soon as they entered, the array formation closed.

The individuals in noble white hanfu said to them, “Follow us; your companions are waiting for your arrivals.” They were soon led to an area filled with exquisite ancient buildings.

Many people rushed outside to welcome them, exchanging glances filled with unbelievable joy.

All the prestigious individuals and significant figures of the Yellow Planet had gathered there.

Regular cultivators were directed to another location.

Not everyone could step onto this island.  And no matter how large the islands were, they couldn’t accommodate trillions of people on the Yellow Planet.

So, they found the nearby islands and allowed them to settle there, while some people were protected and sent by their ancestors from their families, sects, and clans.

Shenlian Yingyue quietly listened to their conversation as she observed her surroundings.

In fact, she tried to diminish her presence.

Huang Bai Xing and Dongfang Moqing understood why she did this, while Ji Fulin was curious about her behavior.

“Are you okay?” Ji Fulin asked, pulling at her collar.

“Leave me alone, will you?” Her lips twitched as she brushed his hand away and continued to act naturally while enjoying the view.

The conversation of the people was soon forgotten by her because all her concentration was focused on the landscape of the Sacred Island.

This island was filled with vibrant vegetation, towering trees, and colorful flowers.

The air was rich with the sounds of wildlife and the scent of earth and foliage.

The shimmering sea surrounded the sacred islands.

The water was generally calm, reflecting the clear sky.

The gentle waves contributed to a serene soundscape.

All the buildings were silver-white, as if to emphasize the holiness of the place.

Statues of the God of Light and spiritual guardians of the God of Light were everywhere.

“Let’s discuss this inside,” said the ancestor of the Ji clan.

“Please, come in.

The ancestors of the Xuan clan and the Di clan are already inside, waiting for you,” the ancestors of the Yuelan clan, Sima clan, Shangguang clan, and others said, stretching out their hands in a gesture of invitation.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Littlecarrot The pictures of the Scared Island are in the comment section, dear.

Thank you so much my dear, for your support.

Your support is my motivation, and a precious kindness to my creation.

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