In the blink of an eye, Merlin had already led his team through twenty years in the Void Sea.
Twenty years was an exceedingly long time for ordinary living beings, enough for a youth to become a husband and father, enough for a father to gradually grow old, enough for a peerless face to slowly wither with age.
Yet for the Liberators and Controllers of the Void Sea, it was merely an instant. Some powerful Controllers took tens of thousands of years just to contemplate a single matter, let alone a mere twenty years.
Over those twenty years, Merlin had led his team on only a cursory patrol of the barrier surrounding the Void Sea. During that time, he had not encountered a Void Beast.
Those Void Beasts were not particularly fast, and the barrier was simply too vast. Merlin might not necessarily run into one; perhaps he would not encounter one even after a hundred years.
Over those twenty years, Merlin's Illusory World had continued expanding slowly, though the pace was exceedingly slow. The World Rules of his Illusory World had long since recovered and had even become more stable and powerful. Moreover, Order within the Illusory World was excellent, with no chaos present, so it could only expand at a slow pace. Given Merlin's current strength, this degree of expansion was practically negligible.
However, twenty years of peace could not put anyone at ease. Not long ago, they had heard that a team had encountered a Void Beast. That team had suffered grievous losses: out of more than two thousand people, only a little over one thousand remained, nearly half dead or wounded. Furthermore, the Dimensional World of the Middle World Lord leading them had been shattered into pieces and had nearly collapsed completely. Fortunately, Dillon had arrived