Gemini Islands, the shore of White Dragon Island.
Song Youlin looked at the surging azure waves ahead, his heart seeming to coil with countless thoughts.
A month and a half had already passed since the war began. The battlefields on every side were raging hot, the killing tangled beyond separation, yet the flames of war had never spread to their side.
This should have been a good thing. After all, the East Sea Alliance was now in a period of rapid development; beyond its borders lay vast sea territories and countless spirit islands waiting for them to conquer.
The Alliance's internal development was also changing with each passing day. Large amounts of resources had been discovered, so many that even borrowing the power of the Metal Devouring Beetles was not enough to develop them all.
Several major members within the Alliance were all inland forces. The one with the longest history was the Wanlong Merchant Association, with only a little over ten thousand years behind it.
But the Gusu Cultivation World had already been developed for several epochs. Theoretically speaking, every resource would regenerate; it was merely a question of how long it took. But the speed of regeneration was far, far unable to match the speed of use. By the present era, resources had already become extremely barren.
The Great Qi Cultivation World's resources were even famously barren.
The Great Chu Cultivation World where Twilight Cloud City was located was a little better, but it had never produced a Golden Core True Person. Caught between several major Golden Core Forces as a punching bag, it could only barely maintain itself through neutrality; no matter how many resources there were, they would never get a turn.
To put it simply, aside from the Wanlong Merchant Association being a young master