Many cultivators described Suiyang Island as a utopian paradise, heaping all sorts of ornate praises upon it.
In the early morning, when the first sliver of dawn quietly pierced the veil of night and spilled across the sparkling water, that shattered-silver glimmer began to dance upon the air, casting a dreamlike hue over the entire island.
Even the most fastidious person would, at this moment, involuntarily marvel at this peerless miracle of nature. As the sun rose, the golden radiance slowly expanded, gradually painting everything around it in warm and tender tones.
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