The light of the teleporter faded. Ling Xiao felt a wave of dizziness, and then a salty, fishy sea breeze slapped against his face. He opened his eyes and found himself standing on the edge of a steep cliff, below which surged the turbulent, ink-black sea.
"Could this be... the Northern Nether Sea?"
Ling Xiao looked around. This isolated island was much smaller than he had imagined, barely ten miles in circumference. The island was rugged, barren of vegetation, with only a grayish-black hill shaped like a turtle shell standing in the center. At the top of the hill, a few crude stone houses were faintly visible, which must have been the dwelling of the Old Xuan Gui that Murong Chu had mentioned.
Chapter 650