Burn Mountain led the way ahead, passing through layers of chaotic mist.
Jiang Ye followed closely behind, with Bai Qing and Zhao Tianji flanking him on either side, placing Burn Mountain in the middle.
The four of them traversed the chaotic airflow for about half an hour, the surrounding fog growing thicker, and the suppression of the laws becoming increasingly terrifying.
Zhao Tianji frequently glanced back, always feeling as though something was trailing them.
But he saw nothing.
"We've arrived."
Burn Mountain suddenly halted and pointed downward.
The chaotic mist dispersed, revealing a broken island within their sight.
The island was small, approximately a few thousand miles in circumference, floating deep in chaos, surrounded by no continental fragments, isolated and drifting alone.
The vegetation on the island had long since withered, the ground littered with ancient weathered ruins.
