Li Ping'an hummed thoughtfully, clutching the fallen seal, whose power had been largely sealed by the Heavenly Dao, in his palm, and pulled down the Xuantian Tower, made it smaller, tied it to his hairband using his hairpin, and began to search the area carefully.
This was a small island, not covering a large area, and Li Ping'an quickly finished exploring it.
No grass grew on the island, where broken planks and stones could be seen everywhere, as if a grand palace had once tumbled down from the sky and shattered into pieces upon this land.
Standing on a small hill at the center of the island, Li Ping'an relied on his eyesight to search the area.
The grey sky felt somewhat low, oppressive, giving Li Ping'an a feeling of gloom. Occasionally, a breeze would rustle through, causing the bloodied waters surrounding the island to ripple slightly.
Suddenly, Li Ping'an's pupils contracted.
