Close to a month later.

In a secluded area of the Black Wind Sea, there were over 100 small gray islands littered across the region.

These islands were all of different sizes, but they were all smaller than 10,000 kilometers in area, and they resembled a string of pearls embdeed onto a wall of jade.

Vegetations on the islands were very sparse, as was the spiritual qi. Not only was there not a single animal to be seen on the island, there weren't even any seabirds in the area, presenting a rather bleak and desolate sight to behold.

In reality, these islands had all been encompassed under a near-transparent light barrier, and if one were outside the light barrier, they would only be able to see a vast stretch of empty ocean. In fact, even if the average True Immortal cultivator were to scour the area with their spiritual sense, they wouldn't be able to discover anything amiss.

At this moment, two figures, one male and one female, were seated on either side of a round stone table in a secret chamber constructed in the belly of a mountain on a certain island.

One of them was a man with an imposing physique and a hollow helmet on his face, and it was none other than Ancestral God Han Qiu...