Li Xizhi flew all the way to the East Sea, riding the ocean currents for a while. Soon he arrived at Qing Song Island, where he saw the surrounding sea water boiling incessantly, the earth veins exposed, fire veins erupting, forming all kinds of Spiritual Energy.
Most of the pine trees on Qing Song Island had already collapsed. The island was divided into more than a dozen sectors, each guarded by disciples of the Immortal Sect, and each area had been adapted to the terrain and transformed into various environments for collecting Spiritual Energy.
He landed atop a peak. Below, a disciple clad in azure robes sat cross-legged on the mountain, as though he had been waiting for some time. Upon seeing Li Xizhi descend on the wind, the disciple finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face anxious as he hurried forward and spoke:
