The Never-setting Empire of the Land of Origin.
It was indeed interesting.
But An Yang knew that making it happen would not be easy.
The Land of Origin was no ordinary world, and these waters were no ordinary sea. Since ancient times, few ordinary people had been able to cross it. Even merchant caravans had to proceed with extreme caution, avoiding the great storms, mysterious creatures, various mysterious organizations and other factions occupying these waters, as well as the intelligent races that had always lived in the sea.
For an ordinary navy to cross this sea might make them an automatic food dispenser in the eyes of some creatures, or invaders drifting over their heads in the eyes of others. They would have to overcome countless difficulties to accomplish such an unprecedented feat.
An Yang chatted with Lydia for a long while. In the end, he found this era more and more interesting. However, he had no intention of using the technology he possessed to give it a push. He would let it develop naturally. This world was ultimately different, and he wanted to see what kind of sparks would fly when mysterious civilization collided with nascent technology.
The night gradually deepened, yet the few of them remained seated.
Steady warmth radiated from the fireplace, dispelling the chill of the island at night. The wind high above drifted slowly in through the open glass window. The tide seemed to have risen outside, and the sound of waves striking the shore rolled in from far away, one after another. The Scholars in the many towers had probably either retired for the night or were focused on their research. Otherwise, it would not have been so quiet.
When it was about time, Danyou and Martin took their leave. Cousin Sheryl and Cousin