“Rumble—” Black thunder rolled through the slate-gray clouds, and the Longxiang trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind, pitching violently in the raging waves. Water mixed with shards of ice splashed across the deck, whipped by the gale, striking the soldiers’ armor with crisp “crackling” sounds. Li Juntang braced himself against the mast, his embroidered robe soaked through by seawater, yet he still stood tall and unyielding. He stared ahead at the gradually emerging outline of an island. The frown that had been etched on his face relaxed abruptly, and a fiery light ignited in his eyes. “Your Highness! It’s Penglai Island! We’ve arrived!” The steward Qian Jin’s voice trembled with excitement. Even this usually composed and calculating old man could not hide his joy. After a journey filled with three attacks by sea monsters and two bouts of getting lost, their team had finally discovered the legendary Immortal Island from the brink of despair. Elite soldiers surged on...