The lead-gray clouds had barely lifted from the sails of the Raging Wave when shards of floating ice, carried by the waves, smashed against the hull with sharp “creak-creak” sounds. Li Guanglong gripped the rail, chilled by the sea wind, and looked ahead. The sudden outline of an island appeared before him, and a flash of ecstasy crossed his eyes. After enduring the attack of the giant crab fiend and braving the fog belt, they had finally caught sight of Penglai Island. But as the Raging Wave slowly approached the shore, everyone froze in shock. Unlike the ancient texts that described it as “a land of eternal spring, with jade blossoms blooming year-round” , the island before them was buried under a thick sheet of ice. The world was pure white; even the sea wind carried a bone-piercing chill, slashing across their faces like knives. Jagged ice clung to the reefs along the shore. Waves struck them only to freeze instantly into crystalline blossoms of ice, pi...