Holy Spirit Island was not very large.
It was probably only a little over thirty square kilometers, and circling it did not take very long.
The island was fairly flat.
There was little variation in its terrain, but there were quite a few plants.
Jiang Qiao complained inwardly.
Damn it, even a wretched place like this can grow towering trees and all kinds of flowers and weeds. This is seriously fucking supernatural.
The searchlights were very bright.
They swept back and forth across the shore, little by little.
But they found nothing.
They discovered neither any suspicious living creatures nor any unexpected presences. Apart from the cluster of buildings several hundred meters from the pier, there were no signs of human activity anywhere on the island.
"The log mentioned that there are some evil things on the island."
"But we haven't found any so far."
The Third Mate reported.
"Perhaps the people from the Longevity God Church killed them all back then?" Wupeng guessed.
"That was twenty years ago."
"Are you certain no evil things have reappeared on the island in those twenty years?"
Wu Jia asked.
The log was dated to the year 6401.
This era.
It was supposedly calculated from the time when the Nether Era ended.
The history before that point.
Was mostly blank.
Only some of the Major Factions in the underworld, with their ancient inheritances, had fragmentary records.
After that point.
The underworld finally had complete historical records.
This was the underworld calendar.
The mortal world... that was to say, the calendar used on the surface of the Supernatural World, was different. They believed their civilization had never truly been severed, so they continued to use the calendar from before the Great Cataclysm.
When the Great Cataclysm occurred, their calendar had already been passed down