Only underworld emissaries could hear this sound, and it subsided just as quickly as it had begun.

"Who could it be?" Tezcatlipoca's brows were tightly furrowed as he fell into deep thought. He had never heard this sound before.

"You don't know who it is?" Qin Ye asked.

"I've never heard this sound before," Tezcatlipoca replied with a shake of his head. "That doesn't make sense. The divine artifact of an acquaintance lies here, so I should be able to recognize them, even if they're an ancient god, but this aura..."

"So be it," Qin Ye said as he cast his gaze toward the white mist up ahead. "Whoever it is, we'll find out once we get there."

In the next instant, the ship plunged violently into the white mist, which was icy cold and encompassed the ship from all directions. Within the mist, the sound of fierce, howling winds was the only sound that could be heard, and five minutes later, a completely new scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

The white mist had disappeared.

To put it more accurately, the white mist was now behind them, standing like a white city wall, while up ahead was a giant island.

The island was around 100 square kilometers in area, and there wasn't...