Above the South Sea, a flying sword shuttled through the air.
At this time, Li Fan had already left Stone Island, but was still within the Penglai Sea Area.
There were countless islands in the Penglai Sea Area, but they were not all connected. After all, this territory spanned tens of thousands of miles, similar to a state of the Da Li Dynasty.
Li Fan looked down at the sea ahead, where there was a black deserted island, resembling a place of death.
The flying sword descended, and moments later, Li Fan arrived at the area of the black deserted island. The seawater here seemed still, giving off a sense of desolation.
Li Fan's pupils flickered with a golden light, the sword light flashed, landing on a black mountain of the deserted island. He stepped off the flying sword, sat cross-legged, surrounded by strands of sword intent, and began meditating with his eyes closed.
Days later, his body was enveloped in sword aura, releasing undisguised energy outward.
