Chapter 4327 — Their Separate Fortunes
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Newcomers who clearly possessed nothing more than the peak of the Heaven Rank had nonetheless been teleported up there—carried all the way to the East Continent, a place many a Golden Core expert yearned for yet could never reach. There was truly no telling what to say about that.
If one called it good fortune, then in a sense they were indeed fortunate—but for the people concerned, such luck might well turn out to be no blessing at all.
"In terms of overall strength, the East Continent does stand head and shoulders above the other Cloud-Tier islands, but even there, lowly cultivator tribes still exist. Newcomers like us, who come up from the secular world, don't even enter the eyes of the great sects and powers of the East Continent. In the end we can only be banished to those cultivator tribes—and many don't even survive the journey there, dying somewhere along the road." Wang Xinyan sighed as she explained it all to Wei Zhao.
"So for newcomers from the secular world like us, the East Continent is a place of ill omen and deadly peril. By comparison, someone like me, sent to the North Island, might as well have landed in a warm, cozy cradle. I'd say I'm quite lucky." Wei Zhao shook his head and sighed along with her.
Huang Xiaotao, standing to one side, said nothing, but she agreed wholeheartedly. From what she knew, among the several Cloud-Tier islands, the North Island had the most tranquil and peaceful atmosphere of them all, and the lowest degree of danger.
As for the other islands: the East Continent was itself a place of unfathomable depths, and at the same time a place riddled with hidden dangers. Just as Wang Xinyan had said, ordinary people who ended up there found it very hard to adapt.
The South Continent was the territory of the spirit beast clans, and the surrounding seas were a chaotic domain of human cultivators, where factions crushed one another in endless cycles of bloodshed.
The West Island was a nation of women, but precisely because its female cultivators lacked sufficient deterrent force, it was constantly harassed by powerful local tribes from the surrounding waters. The two sides were forever at a standoff, the situation tense.
The Central Island, as the heart of the Cloud-Tier islands, was occupied by all manner of powerful sects and factions. Even with the Island Master's Pavilion holding overall command, friction and strife below were unavoidable. Behind the rise and fall of every sect lay flashing blades and rivers of blood—only much of it was deliberately hushed up by the Island Master's Pavilion.
So, counting them all up, the North Island ended up being the safest of the lot. After all, on the North Island everything was decided by the Tri-Layered Pavilion, and there was no other power capable of standing against them head-on.
Moreover, although the three branches of the Tri-Layered Pavilion competed among themselves from time to time, on the whole they advanced and retreated as one, and there was little internal friction. That being so, they maintained an imposing deterrent force, so that none of the various powers entrenched on the North Island dared to make a rash move.
"For weak newcomers, the East Continent really is no good place. If my master hadn't been visiting other academies back then and happened to pass through there, discovering that I had a sponge constitution, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lived to this day—let alone be standing here meeting you." Wang Xinyan spoke with lingering fear.
"I'd call that the will of heaven, working in the dark." Wei Zhao smiled faintly and comforted her, though inwardly he too felt a chill. If not for the East Sea Divine Nun, and Wang Xinyan left alone in a place like the East Continent, what would have become of her was truly hard to say.