Xia Shouyu nodded repeatedly before rushing straight into the temple. Li Ximing rose on the wind, concealed his presence, and circled the island.0

There was nothing remarkable about the island. Its spiritual energy counted as excellent for the end of the sea, but it would only compare to the ancestral Lijing Mountain in Jiangnan. The earth vein was fairly solid, yet the land was barren with no minerals. Moreover, he could find neither fire veins nor water veins in the area.0

No wonder Xia Shouyu's cultivation was impressive for this place, while her clothing still looked patched together.1

There was a barren, spiritless rocky hill in the center, similar to Mount Xiping above the lake. It had no foothold in the great void and was merely a lump of earth occupying space, with two small holes dug into it. It seemed the cultivators of Qingxu Temple intended to spend generations moving mountains and reclaiming land to remove this hill entirely.0

There was also nothing special within the...0