"Right here?"
"Right here!"
"Alright! Let's set up the array!"
Lu Zheng nodded, and with a wave of his hand, thick fog enveloped the part of the sea, while setting up an Illusionary Array.
This was to prevent the incoming fleet from accidentally entering the fog and reaching the construction site.
"We're still on the coastal continental shelf here." Lu Zheng gazed at the seabed, rubbing his chin, "The depth isn't even a thousand meters, lacks challenge!"
"Hurry up." Lin Wan laughed, "If we're any later, our fleet will arrive."
Lu Zheng laughed heartily, extended a finger, and activated the "Taiyue Divine Mountain Painting," controlling the earth and rocks on the continental seabed over a thousand meters below.
Under Lu Zheng's magical power, the terrain within dozens of miles began to change silently, as if spring rain silently transforming the land.
The solid earth and stones gathered like sand at the seabed, then started to rise, eventually surfacing to form an island.
