Chapter 176: Chapter 173: Who Stole My Foundation!

In the midst of the sea, an island sits atop the waves, nestled in the realm of obscurity.

Upon the island, cliffs of elixirs and strange rocks, with sheer walls and odd peaks, truly it is a magnificent mountain, its peaks towering into the clouds with palaces occasionally visible through the mist, resembling the lofty abodes of the heavens, a place for Immortal cultivators to train.

In a vast palace, there lies a long great hall, dim and shadowy, where in two rows array a multitude of lampstands, all pitch black and void of light.

At the forefront of the great hall, there stands an immensely large Wick Treasury Platform with a human figure seated in meditation upon it, seemingly a statue, motionless.

Vroom...

Following a faint noise, one of the myriad lampstands in the rows begins to emit a faint light, not the bright flame one might expect but merely a weak wick.

"Hmm..."