Fang Cheng and Jiang Zheng stood in the void, looking out at a boundless sea below.
Frigid currents surged and mournful gales howled. Vast, churning waves stretched for thousands of miles, all shrouded in frozen clouds and cold mist. It was a gloomy, desolate scene, with no end in sight.
A few icebergs drifted on the sea's surface, emanating a chilling aura as heavy snow fell all around.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, this place is sparsely populated. Why don't we stop here for now? We can decide our next move after our Disciples have familiarized themselves with the surroundings."
Jiang Zheng said.
Fang Cheng had no objections. He smiled and said, "I will follow all of your arrangements, Fellow Daoist."
Jiang Zheng nodded, took out a black and white pearl, and casually tossed it toward the sea.
The Black and White Spirit Bead spun and transformed, landing on the water's surface and turning into an island several hundred miles wide.
