The preparation phase was over. Now, the harvest began.
The Emerald Sea-Forest Isle was a geological anomaly even within the chaotic Myriad Reefs Sea Domain. Unlike typical islands formed of rock or coral, this landmass was a dense, tangled mat of colossal, ancient root systems that floated atop the waves, supporting a forest of mangroves that towered hundreds of feet into the air. The roots plunged deep into the abyss, drinking directly from the rich water-attribute ley lines below, while the canopy absorbed the rampant wood-attribute Qi of the atmosphere.
Wang Jian stood on a thick, moss-covered root the size of a highway, the humid air thick with the scent of ozone and chlorophyll. He adjusted his grip on his sword. It was no longer the looted blade he had used in the State of Yue.
