"Who are you people?"
Just as everyone was at a loss, darting about like headless flies, a voice shattered the silence.
The voice came from below.
Looking down, they saw an enormous willow tree swaying its branches.
That voice had come from the willow tree.
They exchanged glances, then descended before the tree.
"May I ask where exactly this place is?"
Looking at the willow tree whose surface gave off a faint white glow, Ye Lin stepped forward and asked.
"Who are you? Where do you come from?"
An exceptionally pleasant female voice rang out.
Rather than answering, the willow tree questioned them in return.
"We are from the Third Region," Ye Lin replied directly. It was no secret, so there was nothing to hide.
"The Third Region... judging by your auras... so it is an era of great prosperity. Just how long have I been asleep?"
"An era of great prosperity..."
Listening to those bewildered murmurs, Ye Lin exchanged looks with the others. Each of them could see a trace of confusion in the others' eyes.
Good heavens, could this willow tree have existed since several previous eras of great prosperity?
By that reckoning, it was a living fossil.
"Senior, may I ask where exactly this place is?"
Seeing that the willow tree was merely lost in reminiscence instead of answering them, Ye Lin continued asking.
"This is the Divine Martial Continent, and the place you stand is called the Great Wasteland."
"The Great Wasteland is vast, boundless. No one knows where its end lies."
"Your luck is very bad."
That voice came again.
Yet none of them took those words seriously. The Great Wasteland was huge? How huge could it possibly be?
Could it be larger than the entire Second Region?
That was naturally impossible.
"The Great Wasteland