In fact, before the Death Soul Worms reached the sky above the island and landed on the sandy shores at its edges, Gu Mo had already overlooked the entire view of the island—
Apart from the forest of ancient towering trees, the flat plains, and the vast, blue-expanse lakes, layered waterfalls hung suspended in deep chasms. Along the edge of that enormous lake, along the lakeside, were clusters of ancient, abandoned dwellings stretching far, resembling an ancient village, though most had decayed, devoid of any signs of life.
As for the heart of the island, the mountains rose steep and sharp, their lines seemingly capable of slicing through the blue sky, jagged peaks and irregular stones. At its center, the mountain peak resembled a massive volcanic crater, with a steady stream of black smoke gently rising as if it had never ceased…
It was not a small, insignificant offshore island; it was extraordinarily large, and the concentration of spiritual qi in the air was exceedingly dense.
