Yuan Ming stood still, his gaze fixed on the swamp and the purple maple forest, his eyebrows raised.

It was just an island, yet the environment was so complex and ever-changing. The terrain and vegetation in each area were completely different. If it was naturally formed, it would be too coincidental.

"It seems that someone did this intentionally. Could it be Master Heimu?"

Master Heimu's remains were on this island. With his abilities, he could indeed do such a thing. Moreover, according to the records in that manual, he was indeed a person with extraordinary imagination.