How the hell could they say they bore no ill will and make it so? Ye Lin's importance to them was self-evident; absolutely nothing could happen to him.
"You mentioned a floating island just now. It seems you know this island's origins. Tell me."
Ye Lin waved a hand, and Zhuge slowly came to his side. Looking at Song Zhong before him, Ye Lin spoke slowly.
Meanwhile, under Ye Lin's signal, the battle below showed no signs of stopping. On the contrary, it only grew fiercer. In this battle, he had to wipe out the Shadow Clan.
Unless the world ended.
"Human Race Sovereign, this is a floating island. As everyone knows, our world has this layer of space—the space in which we currently live."
"There is another layer of space: the space within spatial rifts. Battles between great powers can easily tear space apart, and once great powers clash, the torn space will absorb everything around it while it heals."
"This has caused many ancient ruins, including earth veins and the like, to be drawn into spatial rifts, drifting endlessly within them."
"After millions upon millions of years, by some chance coincidence, these things that were once absorbed into spatial rifts will reappear."
"Judging from the surface and the Spiritual Qi contained within, it is not difficult to determine that this island was most likely struck into a spatial rift during the Primordial Era."
"There is no concept of time within spatial rifts, so this island is exactly as it was when it was first thrown in."
After hearing Song Zhong's explanation, Ye Lin raised his head and looked at the incomparably vast island above. If this island had truly been passed down from the Primordial Era, then its value would be enormous.
The Ancient Era held no great