Tao Qian had wandered in the Absolute Immortal Sea for three long days, encountering a strange multitude of islands, with Alien Island at the beginning being extraordinarily bizarre and abnormal.
But the one ahead had reminded Tao Qian of many tales from Southern Yue.
Demons!
Non-humans!
He saw that below the eight pillars of Fallen, polluted air, there was a gigantic Big Island made of eight smaller islands fused together, resembling a slightly smaller continent when viewed from afar.
On that island, there were eight different kinds of mystical clouds and fogs, each enveloping its own area. They were clearly divided yet also merging and colliding with one another.
The chilling wind whistled; the evil fog rose.
Within that boundless and filthy mist, eight monstrous figures that nearly made Tao Qian avert his gaze wandered blindly.