"This place..."
Yun Chuan looked around and found the north desolate, with sparse vegetation and bare hills. Judging by the structures of those ruined buildings, it was much like ancient nomadic tribes.
"Just as you said, the north has hardly any resources, and its civilization is underdeveloped," he said.
"Frieza is currently around 3000 BC by Earth's calendar. They call themselves a tribal society. It's an age of slash-and-burn farming, and they still need time to develop..." Angel Yan spoke as she surveyed the surroundings. When she spotted Snaife and Steve, she said in surprise, "Oh? So it's Snaife, overlord of the north. You're not dead yet?"
"D-Divine one, y-you... know me?" Snaife asked nervously as he looked at the calm Yun Chuan, then at Angel Yan, who had addressed him.
In their legends, anyone who could fly in the sky was a divine being. They possessed boundless powers, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, plucking stars and grasping the moon... In short, they were as mighty as could be.
Yun Chuan and the others had fallen from the sky like meteors, yet remained completely unharmed. They even knew his name, confirming the unfathomable abilities of divine beings. Naturally, Snaife treated them with the utmost respect.
"Of course. I came here once several decades ago while looking for someone. You had probably just been born then." Angel Yan withdrew the white glow from her eyes and spoke calmly.
The moment Snaife heard "several decades," he could not help but shudder. He was just short of dropping to his knees and worshipping her.
Several decades had passed.
Yet it was as though time had left no trace at all on this divine being's face. She was still young and beautiful... She was undoubtedly a divine being.
No wonder the Time