"...It seemed nothing had changed."
Two dull months flew by. The moment he reached the surface and felt the sea breeze blowing against his face, Lu PingAn felt as if it had only been yesterday.
As far as the eye could see, there was still nothing but the boundless ocean.
"It's all sea. You won't be able to spot any changes at a glance. Besides, the land is where the real changes have happened."
Lu Mouren and his group had emerged from a "temple" on the ground.
This was a Floating Island at sea. Compared to the bustling crowds around him, Lu PingAn looked like a lone tourist. Given his age, the packed surroundings, and the fact that he carried nothing but a thin little bag, both his appearance and behavior seemed rather immature.
Naturally, just like on his previous journeys, the moment this kind of "fat sheep" appeared, a professional "guide" came looking for him.
Lu PingAn did not refuse the service. At least for now, he still needed intelligence support.
Time was the most wondrous magician. It could turn friends into mortal enemies and former protectors into perpetrators. Lu PingAn did not rush to contact the Forest Goddess Church headquarters, which could provide intelligence support. He wanted to see with his own eyes what had happened over the past ten years—how many people had changed, and how many had remained the same from beginning to end.
"...Not choosing the land as your landing point was the wisest choice. They've gone completely mad over there. Divine beasts, the Savior Army, and Abyss Insectoids are all frantically fighting for territory, especially those bugs."
Lu PingAn frowned when he heard that. He seemed to have heard an interesting and familiar name.
"The Savior Army?"
"You don't know? Oh, then you really