Qing Ling's handsome face lit up with a dazzling smile, brighter than the sun, as he looked towards Penglai.
On Penglai Island, Dong Wang Gong could no longer sit still.
He felt as if he was looking at himself, across myriad waters and mountains, through layers of prohibitions.
Qing Ling lifted his foot and walked eastward.
Dong Wang Gong's face turned slightly pale. He saw the figure walking towards him step by step.
Even though they were separated by a vast distance, he still felt no sense of security.
As Qing Ling took his first step, the waters of the East Sea began to stir.
The East Sea, which had been clear and sunny, was suddenly plunged into chaos as if by a twist of fate.
The sky became overcast, and the water churned violently.
A monstrous wave rose in the East Sea.
A colossal tsunami surged, its first wave, tens of thousands of feet high, rolled towards Penglai.
Dong Wang Gong glanced at the seabed of the East Sea. With the Penglai Grand Formation in place, no storm, however fierce, could shake Penglai.
However, the immortals on Penglai Island were all filled with dread.
They saw a handsome man, more radiant than the sun, standing above their heads.
The island's heavy prohibitions could not impede his progress by even an inch.
Penglai Island strictly forbade any immortal from flying, hence a sky-prohibiting formation was specifically established to uphold the dignity of the King of All Immortals.
For countless years, no immortal had dared to defy or violate the immortal king's dignity. To all immortals, the Immortal King was the supreme authority.
Yet now, Penglai Immortal Island, the dignity of the King of All Immortals, was being trampled underfoot, ground to dust by the steps of that Daoist, as he raised and lowered his feet.
All the immortals looked up, their gazes fixed on the god-like man beneath the heavens.
In truth, he was a god.
He had merely been buried by time, forgotten by the world, and sealed away in history.
Dong Wang Gong shouted coldly, "Presumptuous! Island Master of Dong Huang, this is my immortal king's dojo. Do you dare to venture here alone, fearing not that I will capture you and suppress you beneath Penglai Island?"
Qing Ling heard this and laughed, "If you could, you would have done so long ago. Dong Wang Gong, you have schemed against me repeatedly. Today, I shall take it all back!"
Dong Wang Gong suddenly erupted, launching a fierce attack.
A scepter of supreme authority, capable of suppressing all immortals, rose into the sky. Dong Wang Gong ascended the Immortal Platform, with ten thousand immortals bowing behind him. Clad in a magnificent imperial robe, his demeanor was as imposing as heavenly might. He commanded all immortals; he was the King of Immortals.
This authority was personally bestowed by Hongjun and recognized by the Heavenly Dao.
All male immortals under heaven were influenced by it.
Alas, before him today stood not an immortal, but a god!
Qing Ling's crimson robes billowed like the rising sun. A divine mark between his brows emanated a more ancient, more noble aura of divinity.
He was one of the few born gods who had survived the previous era, and among the most esteemed.
Apart from the Doumu Yuan Jun, the Lord of All Stars, no deity held a higher position than him, a God of the Four Seasons.
Qing Ling looked at Dong Wang Gong, who appeared to be showing restraint, and laughed, "Since you are not making a move, I will not make one today either. However…"
His tone shifted, "The Nine Ancestral Witches are a bit idle. It would be good to trouble them a bit."
Before his words even fell, Qing Ling scattered a handful of red threads from his hand, which dispersed over Penglai Island.
"Oops, my hand slipped," Qing Ling chuckled and turned to leave.
Dong Wang Gong, who had been holding his breath, secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Qing Ling's cultivation realm, the twenty-sixth heaven, was far too high. If he had made a move, Dong Wang Gong would have only brought humiliation upon himself.
The Dao Ancestor had once said: "Even if you sever your two corpses and are empowered by an Immortal King, making you comparable to a peak mighty being, your Dao body has died once and will never be a match for an Original Ancestor. Although the Three Races were defeated, the Primordial World still harbors hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Though I have granted you the power to govern all immortals of the Primordial World, you must be cautious and restrained, lest you provoke those Original Ancestor-level figures!"
Even during the era of the Three Races, the twenty-sixth heaven realm was considered on par with the Original Ancestors of the Dragon and Phoenix tribes!
Dong Wang Gong now understood the gulf between himself and this former adversary of the Great Dao, and would never again provoke him.
However, within Dong Huang, he presumed that the three Immortal Elders should have succeeded by now!
Qing Ling walked back to Dong Huang at an unhurried pace. If he walked too quickly, those three elders might be frightened.
He arrived beneath Jianmu and looked at the Nine Ancestral Witches, smiling and saying, "I've troubled the Nine to make a journey. In the East Sea, there is an island named Penglai. Penglai has migrated ninety billion li westward and is now stationed in the Rizhao sea region."
Qing Ling finished speaking, raised his hand, and the phantom image of Jianmu transformed into a cascade of green light, showering in all directions.
The pressure on the Nine Ancestral Witches immediately vanished, and they regained their freedom.
The Ancestral Witches all looked at him with malicious hatred, except for Di Jiang, who said in a deep voice, "Then, regarding your continued involvement with my Wu clan…"
Qing Ling waved his hand, "As long as you do not enter Dong Huang, you may do as you please."
Di Jiang said, "Good! We shall make the journey! However, it will be difficult for us to move Penglai Island, with an Immortal King there."
Qing Ling smiled and pointed, "Watch!"
The Ancestral Witches followed Qing Ling's gaze. They saw nine red threads spanning heaven and earth, connecting them and Penglai Island at the same line.
"When Penglai returns to Rizhao, the red threads will follow. You may go."
Di Jiang's expression turned terrifyingly grim as he roared, "Follow me!"
The Ancestral Witches cast hateful glances at Qing Ling before following Di Jiang away.
Qing Ling walked back to the ancient city wall, lay down casually, took a drink from his hip flask, and gazed at the horizon with a smile.
As the sun rose, in the east of heaven and earth, nine colossal phantom figures, vast as worlds, appeared. They walked in single file under the rising sun.
Behind them, the roar of waves echoed, and an island was being dragged, by the nine giants, for thousands upon thousands of li.
Along this path, the seas were rough and uneven, and Penglai Immortal Island was tossed and shaken, the earth trembling incessantly.
Dong Wang Gong sat in his Immortal King's throne, his face filled with rage yet utter helplessness. He watched as the scattered immortals fled in terror, like mice, the scene in utter chaos, devoid of any immortal aura or celestial realm.
He knew that from this day forward, he would no longer be able to control all the immortals under heaven.
The nine giants pulled Penglai Immortal Island, their steps moving mountains and shifting seas, carrying the island across the ocean to the Rizhao sea region.
This scene was witnessed by countless beings in the Primordial World, who were awestruck, while the mighty beings could not help but chuckle.
Laughter, clear and joyous, echoed from the West Kunlun Mountains!
The Primordial Continent, closest to the Sun Star!
The first rays of sunlight fell upon the land of the Primordial World.
This was once the territory of the Yangyu tribe, a subordinate clan to the Dragon clan.
This tribe had long since been wiped out in the great catastrophe, leaving only its last ancestor, the last Yangyu in the world, who was suppressed beneath Jianmu in Duguan.
On the Sun Star, Di Jun watched this scene with a furrowed brow.
However, Tai Yi could not help but burst into laughter.
Di Jun asked, "Second brother, why do you laugh?"
Tai Yi shook his head, "He understands you, but you cannot fathom him in the slightest."
"What does this mean?"
Tai Yi pointed to Penglai Island, illuminated by the Sun Star, "For my brother and me to achieve our great ambition, we must first eliminate this person. He has already delivered this person to us!"
The nine giants, carrying the immortal island on their backs, descended into the Rizhao sea region.
Far away in Dong Huang, Qing Ling waved his hand, then gently pointed to the ground. The authority of the Heavenly Dao from his brow split off, manifesting as the power of the Earthly Dao.
The red threads in the hands of the nine giants in the Rizhao sea region instantly retracted, withdrawing from the bodies of the Nine Ancestral Witches. However, something unseen by anyone remained on the threads, not withdrawing with them.
The nine red threads plunged into the depths of the nine sea regions, reaching the palaces of the Ten Kings of Hell and entwining them, leaving only Qin Guang Wang's palace untouched.
Thus, Penglai Immortal Realm was fixed in the Rizhao sea region!
Not only were there nine red threads imprisoning the immortal island, but beneath the vast ocean, nine dragons were suppressing it!
The souls of the Nine Sons of the Ancestral Dragon had been moved beneath Penglai Island by Huang Long, the Original Ancestor, to be nourished by the island's terrestrial and dragon脉.
After all, Penglai Immortal Island was renowned as the foremost of all islands under heaven.
How could the dragon and terrestrial脉 contained within be ordinary?
When Dong Wang Gong's artifact for suppressing fortune, the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Pearls, lost twelve of its pieces, Penglai Island's fortune had already begun to dissipate.
After all, the difference in fortune-suppressing efficacy between thirty-six supreme-grade spirit treasures and twenty-four high-grade spirit treasures was substantial!
Qing Ling looked towards the Fusang divine wood hidden in the Rizhao sea region, and towards Hao within it.
He had a premonition that Hao's fate was certainly not going to be a good one.
This was because the Moon Laurel, which opposed Fusang, had not yet developed sentience! But Fusang had given rise to sentience, and had been hidden for many years, reaching the realm of a heaven and earth mighty being!
Under the Heavenly Dao, would such a supreme deity be allowed to emerge?