Understanding Yang Liu's feelings did not stop Jiang Wang from taking the opportunity to grow closer to him. While Yang Liu was tipsy, he talked him into arranging an introduction to Hai Jingping.
The next day, accompanied by Yang Liu, Jiang Wang entered Hai Jingping's residence and did not leave until an hour later.
After that, he visited Hai Jingping alone twice more, purchasing a new Storage Box in advance each time.
Of course, his movements were concealed by the ever-growing commotion on Huai Island and went unnoticed by most people.
That was because the Near-Sea Archipelago's annual Sea Sacrifice had begun.
The famous End of the World Terrace stood at the very center of Crescent Island's curved back, at its outermost bulge, closest to the Lost Realm.
Naturally, this was the main site of this year's Sea Sacrifice and the highest point on Crescent Island.
Crescent Island, Crescent Island, Huai Island... Whatever one called it, it was unquestionably the heart of the Near-Sea Archipelago, its status nearly equivalent to the capital of a nation.
The End of the World Terrace was thus much like the site of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The entire End of the World Terrace was a vast stone platform, a thousand zhang across.
The side facing inland sloped gently, while the side facing the sea was a sheer cliff.
Its overall shape resembled a surging wave that had rushed here and abruptly frozen in place—a colossal spray of water turned to ice.
The Cang Sea had once surged toward the End of the World Terrace, and the tide of Human Race cultivators had once surged toward the Cang Sea. They had hurled a sea of people against the sea itself, never once retreating.
Some said the End of the World Terrace resembled a hand thrust