Things were manageable on land, but over the vast sea, it was difficult.
The sea was boundlessly vast, stretching as far as the eye could see, far larger than the land.
Moreover, there were countless islands scattered across the sea. Trying to search every single one of them would truly be difficult.
Uchiha Shin could not mobilize the Dragon Clan to search. Doing so would only draw the attention of the entire Three Realms.
Even if Uchiha Shin mobilized the entire Dragon Clan, they might not be able to search everywhere.
The sea was unimaginably vast, and even the Dragon Clan would seem insignificant within it.
Even if they added the people of the other sea races and searched together, it would still be extremely difficult.
After all, those people could not tell who was a descendant of the Ancestral Witches. Experts—and Uchiha Shin himself—would be needed to identify them.
Flying above the North Sea, Uchiha Shin smiled. No matter how difficult the search was, making progress bit by bit would always yield results.
It was like what he and the Great Emperor had said: one rule a day. The new rules of the Three Realms would eventually be established.
And if he searched the mortal realm every day, he would eventually find them.
In any case, he was in no hurry now.
Uchiha Shin continued flying north. As he flew, he suddenly heard sounds of fighting from a small island.
Looking toward the island, Uchiha Shin saw a group of men wielding broadswords rushing toward a ship by the shore, fleeing in a miserable state as though escaping a disaster.
Behind them, a group of raggedly dressed people was chasing after them.
The ragged people held no weapons at all. They simply waved their bare hands as they charged