Don was somewhat agitated.
For the people living in Demon Port, their feelings toward the Nether Sea were very complicated.
There was both a fear that ran deep into their bones and an unstoppable curiosity. Everyone said that long-distance voyages were dangerous, and that ignorance was the greatest safeguard for life. But just look at all those Exploration Ships and all those shipyards.
It was obvious.
Everyone hoped to conquer this ocean.
They yearned to understand the ocean.
From a practical perspective.
Was what lay at the end of the Nether Sea really important? Actually, it was not that important.
It was like gazing up at the starry sky.
Humanity could spend its entire life wondering—
Until civilization was destroyed, could it leave the galaxy it inhabited?
It was difficult.
But still.
People continued to speculate about what lay at the edge of the universe.
Even though humanity could not easily reach the nearest satellite, that did not stop scientists from expending enormous amounts of manpower and resources to deduce the secrets of the universe.
Even if all those deductions might be wrong, they still enjoyed themselves immensely.
Curiosity.
It was the beginning of everything great.
Remain curious.
Maintain an appropriate amount of fear.
Only then could civilization advance.
Demon Port was the same.
After the other public ports were gradually abandoned, they became the sole flourishing one.
They continued exploring.
They explored without end.
They had gained a certain authority over the Nether Sea.
For that very reason.
They hated outsiders from beyond Demon Port who presumed to lecture them about the Nether Sea, acting as though they understood it better than the natives themselves.
Simply put.
In their hearts, only they had the right to explain the Nether Sea and speak about it.
Everyone else.
No matter who