"The leader Ned has finally allowed us to continue opening up the ocean."
"Who do you want to follow?"
"Lord Lukar, of course. He's the son of the God-Chosen, and when the time comes, he'll definitely inherit Chief Ned's position. Following him means a future without limit."
"Then what about Priest Shaster?"
"He's excellent too. He's the youngest priest on the Island of Eternity. They say he also received enlightenment from God in his dreams. That Black Stone Armor that can protect the entire body was developed by him."
"It's just a pity about Lord Belei. Can he still lead us out to sea?"
Late at night.
The warriors left the Megalith Arena one after another, their faces still carrying the look of those who had not yet had enough.
When they thought that before long, they too would become the heroes sung of in people's stories, going out into the ocean to open up more unknown lands, every one of their eyes filled with excitement.
And the leaders of the fleets, the power-holders they would follow in the future, naturally became the focus of their discussions.
When Belei was mentioned.
A trace of hesitation and regret flitted across someone's face.
Over these years.
Ned had continuously perfected the formula of the Ritual Potion, using this potion on three devout believers on the island who had made outstanding contributions and were worthy of trust.
But the [Ritual Potion] was indeed an incomplete result.
It was a bold attempt made by mortals for the sake of opening up the ocean, built upon the power bestowed by God, and relying on their own wisdom.
Faced with this powerful force, which symbolized the mighty power of God and which they had never dared to imagine before.
If they wanted to explore its mysteries,