From a distance, this place is far more than just a simple island.
The mist spans a vast area, at least tens of thousands of square kilometers, and the view seems never-ending.
Wherever you look, the mountains rise and fall unpredictably, like several dragons soaring through the void.
It's as if carved by supernatural forces of the cosmic realm.
While it amazes people, it also makes one feel the insignificance of oneself.
Yet, Quan Shan naming it Misty Isle is not just a random choice.
When Xu Zimei's battleship arrived here.
A sound from the Great Dao echoed in the void, as if guided by destiny.
"Mist returns home, the island is a family."
"The deceased have gone, living beings may not enter."
These two phrases echoed through the cosmos, with no clear origin or direction.
They seem to resonate from all corners of the universe.
But the sound is not loud, just like someone sighing softly.
The meaning of these phrases is easy to grasp, yet they contain little information.
