On the vast, endless sea, a grey-black raptor glided like a fighter jet, every single feather as hard as iron.
"West, the west..."
An Yang whispered to himself as he gazed into the distance. The Second System sensed by the system was in the west, but only faint signals were coming through, vague and elusive, likely due to the restrictions of this world. The system could not yet accurately determine its location and distance, leaving him no choice but to head straight west, hoping the signal would grow clearer as he drew closer.
Otherwise, he would be in trouble.
Indeed.
Straight west.
Though the carving eagle did not fly fast, it was the steadiest method and much more carefree than riding the clouds on his own, sparing him from constantly having to be on guard against the world will.
Time passed quickly. Whenever they grew tired, they would find a small island or reef to rest, eat something, catch a few fish in the sea, or even directly ask marine civilizations for food. Once fed and rested, they would resume their journey, soon reaching the opposite coast. An Yang caught sight of the forest where he had once sent Eve back, faintly sensing the mark he had left on her long ago, but he did not linger. He flew straight over the forest and continued westward.
After flying out of this vast, almost boundless forest, the civilization of this continent came into view.
At first, it was a half-elf nation. Formed by the union of elves and humans, they were neither accepted by human society nor welcomed by the elves, so they built a nation of their own and reproduced independently, living even better than the elves in the forest.
Only then did the dominant, pure human civilization appear.
They