Autumn 1274, Bohai Sea.

In the coastline skyline, a ray of light gradually reflects from the ground below. There was a slight whiteness of the fish's belly in the sky. The red fireball gradually jumped from the ocean.

In the vast ocean, a reef stands lonely on the surface of the sea, and in the distance, dense black dots are slowly moving.

The gaze gradually closes. With a gust of sea breeze, the sails of the warship were raised high and danced under the agitation of the wind. As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of huge warships that cover the sky and the sun, under the light of the early morning sun, neatly formed in formation, proudly sailing towards the other side of the ocean.

In the center of the fleet was a relatively small light warship, with a large "yuan" character written in Mongolian on the flag fluttering above the mast of the warship. At the bow of the ship, a tall Mongol stood proudly. His right hand was pressed against the saber hanging from his waist, and he was dressed in a Mongolian uniform.

"General Kudun, the shogunate fleet has been spotted ahead." Behind him, a soldier ran over and knelt on the ground.

"So fast?" He patted the saber at his waist slightly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

In 1259, the ruler of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Meng Ge, was stubbornly resisted by the Southern Song army in the Battle of Hezhou, in which Meng Ge was seriously injured by the Southern Song Dynasty artillery, and was temporarily out of danger after being rescued by the Mongolian army's accompanying imperial physician, and then sent back to Dadu.

After that, Meng Ge fell into a long unconscious slumber, and no matter what method was used, the Imperial Doctor could not restore Meng Ge's consciousness and wake him up from his slumber. With the support of the Mongol aristocracy, Meng Ge's younger brother, Kublai Khan, succeeded in ascending to the throne and became the new supreme ruler of the Great Yuan.

At this time, fifteen years have passed, and in these fifteen years, Meng Ge has been in an unconscious state of sleep, in order to stabilize people's hearts externally, and for his own effective control of the Great Yuan Empire, the Yuan government announced Meng Ge's death to the outside world. Kublai Khan searched all over the world, hoping to save his brother's life, and worked hard for more than ten years, but it did not achieve any results.

A year ago, Kublai Khan, who had been desperate for no avail, began to pin his hopes on folk witchcraft, and he continued to collect all kinds of ancient witchcraft from the people. Eventually, an elderly sorcerer took the initiative to meet Kublai Khan.

He presented Kublai Khan with a scroll and a map. On the scroll, there are small boats, carrying thousands of small children, sailing in the rough waves. In the rough waves, a huge palace can be faintly seen, standing above the sea level. On the boat at the forefront, a figure dressed as a scholar stood, looking into the distance, looking at the huge building that stood above the waves.

It is rumored that Xu Fu, a scholar of the Qin Dynasty, wrote the first emperor and said that in the land of the East China Sea, there is Penglai Wonderland, and the art of immortality can be obtained in the fairyland. In order to achieve immortality, Qin Shi Huang sent 3,000 boys and girls to cross the ocean with Xu Fu to find Penglai Wonderland.

In the painting, this scene is described.

The sorcerer explained to Kublai Khan the true existence of Penglai and informed him that the art of immortality could save Möngke's life.

Kublai Khan was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately revised the letter to the Kamakura shogunate to govern Hojo Tokimune, and in the name of seeking immortality together, he agreed to send troops together.

Hojo Tokimune was afraid of the strength of the Yuan Dynasty and out of greed in his heart, so he sent a shogunate fleet composed of fishermen's boats to assemble with the Yuan army at the agreed place.

From the location indicated on the map, the two fleets completed the rendezvous in the waters near Guam.

On the deck walked a middle-aged man in a kimono, surrounded by a group of samurai. He walked up to Khutun and bowed respectfully to him. Hudun waved his hand at him.

"Are you ready?" He asked the diminutive Japanese man in front of him.

The middle-aged man bowed respectfully again. "All the sacrifices you need have been prepared for you, my lord." He spoke a stiff Mongolian language.

He looked at Kudun, a smile on his face. "By the way, I haven't introduced the name below to the adults."

"No, I don't want to know the unknown." Kudun said coldly. Like most Mongolian aristocrats, he admired great power since he was a child, and in his eyes, there were only strong and weak in this world, and the weak were destined to be destroyed by the strong. In his eyes, this island country on the other side of the Dayuan coast is a purely weak country, so he looks down on the Yamato nation in his heart. Especially the short and weak man in front of him, even as the Japanese envoy with the highest status who came to coordinate with the Yuan army this time, but in Kudun's opinion, the value of his survival is not as good as the group of samurai behind him.

The middle-aged man's smile suddenly froze, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he came back to his senses, and he smiled awkwardly. "Then I won't bother you, my lord." He waved at the samurai behind him and slowly stepped back.

He turned, the smile on his face turning into a deep anger at being slighted.

The wind grew stronger, and the sea level began to roll in waves. For safety reasons, all the small ships of the shogunate fleet were tightly chained around the huge warships of the Yuan army with iron cables.

Khudun stood on the deck, the sun in the sky slowly receding, and in the distance was a thick cloud of gloomy black. His brow furrowed.

"How's it going?" He asked one of the generals standing behind him.

The general presented a replica map of the sea area where Penglai was located, he took out the compass he carried, determined the direction of the current fleet, and then pointed to the small red dot that marked Penglai Wonderland. "General, we're already near this place."

Hudun bowed his head in contemplation. "Call that Japanese dwarf."

The middle-aged man, led by a soldier, trotted all the way to the deck.

"My lord, what do you command?"

Kudun motioned for the soldiers behind him to stand back. "Is Hojo Tokimune okay?"

The middle-aged man didn't expect Hu Dun to suddenly ask this question, but he reacted immediately. "You are concerned, Lord Lao, the general is in good health."

Hudun smiled. "The Holy One asked me to ask." His tone was flat, and he didn't hear the slightest sense of intimacy.

The middle-aged man felt flattered all of a sudden. "The general of the minister has thanked the Emperor of the Great Yuan."

"Hmm." After Kudun's questioning, he turned to look at the sea in the distance.

The middle-aged man stood behind him, and he didn't dare to leave without Kudun's permission. He took a few steps forward, leaning against the railing of the deck.

Kudun's eyes narrowed suddenly. In the hazy sky in the distance, a large shadow loomed, like a huge mountain range, protruding from the ocean.

The fleet slowly approached, and the shadows slowly and clearly appeared in view.

Kudun's heart felt a great shock. One huge palace after another stretched endlessly, connected into a whole, and was actually suspended above the sea level. The magnificence of the palace, just from the size of the volume, exceeds the palace of the emperor of Yuan Dadu by several times.

Prior to this, he was actually reluctant to be entrusted by Kublai Khan to carry out this mission, and he thought that it was a waste of effort to spend so much national and financial resources to find such an ethereal thing that even the rulers of previous dynasties had not found. But after seeing such an unbelievable scene, his heart was completely shaken.

The Japanese envoy next to him also opened his mouth wide in surprise. Even in Japanese mythology and legend, there has never been a god's dormitory that has been so magnificent.

"This is, this is the miracle of Amaterasu." He shouted excitedly, and almost danced.

A look of disdain flashed in Kudun's eyes.

"Go tell everyone to get ready." He looked at the Japanese man who was screaming in Japanese.

The Japanese man snapped back to his senses. "Yes, yes." He hurried and trotted off the deck.

The fleet began to adjust its formation. The battleship on which Kudun was riding sailed from the center of the fleet to the front of the whole team, in order to show the sincerity and respect of the visitors.

The distance between the fleet and the palace complex was constantly shrinking. Kudun saw that the palace suddenly burst out from the inside to the outside, bursting with dazzling golden light, and at that moment, it actually illuminated the gloomy sky of the entire sea.

Everyone on the battleship was attracted by this dazzling light. Some of the soldiers had already begun to kneel and bow in awe in the direction of the palace complex.

The Japanese man ran back to the deck, his eyes full of great piety.

The fleet stopped in the sea about a hundred meters near the palace complex. Together with all the members of the fleet, Khudun respectfully knelt down towards the palace complex, waiting for the palace master to appear.

Golden light sprinkled around the fleet, and this sea area seemed to have turned into a golden world.

Kudun's head lifted slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced in the direction of the palace complex. The palace complex suspended high in the sky exudes an aura of supreme majesty.

He saw some figures walking out of the palace complex, it seemed that they were too far away, he didn't see the appearance of these figures clearly, and what appeared in his sight was a black shadow.

His heart began to tense up slowly, and there seemed to be a little uneasiness hidden in the excitement. He lowered his head, not daring to look in that direction again, for fear that he had offended the owner of the palace.

He lowered his head, and there was no more movement around him for a long time. His armor was already soaked with cold sweat.

There was only the sound of the whirring wind in my ears, filled with a long golden light flashing in front of my eyes. He finally couldn't help but raise his head.

The black figure on the palace has disappeared. He felt the golden light slowly receding.

The cold wind behind him swept in an instant. He spun around sharply and grabbed a long knife that had stabbed him. In front of him, the middle-aged man held a sharp long knife, and his eyes were full of vicious colors. Surprised that this short man had so much strength, Hu Dun stretched out his foot and kicked hard at the middle-aged man's crotch.

With a "click", Kudun's pupils contracted violently due to excessive pain, and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in horror. The middle-aged man's hand accurately grabbed the calf he had kicked him into, and then twisted the joint at the knee a full 360 degrees with amazing force.

His hand was drained from the pain, and the long knife that he had been holding against stabbed straight down, and he instinctively dodged.

Blood splatters. The knife stabbed him in the right shoulder, and with a huge impact, he was pushed off the deck and into the sea. Blood splashed into the middle-aged man's eyes, and the moment Kudun's gaze left the deck, he saw that under the middle-aged man's vicious pupils, a death-like gray was reflected.

He let out a scream.