"That is..."
Shen Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up when he saw the exaggerated sword scar.
"It's the Sword Saint's Sword Intent!" Lin Qiye said with certainty. "Quick! Steer the ship over there!"
An Qingyu immediately adjusted their course. The Explorer Ship carved an arc through the mist and headed straight for the island, finally docking at the edge where the sword scar lay.
Lin Qiye and the others quickly disembarked. Only when they personally set foot on the island did they truly realize just how terrifying that sword scar was.
The scar began in the east and ran all the way to the island's western edge. Even with Lin Qiye's current Mental Power, he could not perceive the full extent of that single strike, much less see it clearly through the mist with his naked eye.
Lin Qiye made a rough estimate. This strike was at least ten kilometers long. The sword scar plunged deep into the island like a natural chasm; if they casually kicked a stone into it, it would take several seconds before they heard it hit the ground.
"The Sword Saint's Sword Intent is even more terrifying than it was in the mist before." Standing by the scar and sensing the Sword Intent leaking from within, Lin Qiye could not help but speak.
An Qingyu crouched down, scraped up some soil with his fingers, and held it before his eyes. A flash of gray light passed through his gaze.
"Judging from the traces in the soil, this strike should have been left behind a month ago..."
"A month ago?"
Lin Qiye froze.
A month ago, the full-scale God War had yet to completely erupt, and Great Xia had not yet moved against Egypt's City of the Sun or Asgard. Who had Zhou Ping fought to leave