The rising of the isolated island signaled that the Wandering Sea's admission ceremony was about to begin.
A large number of helicopters and ships approached the isolated island from every direction.
Some carried a few people, others several dozen. Altogether, there were at least a hundred people.
Like Yuan Shikai, they were Casters who had come to take part in the Wandering Sea's admissions.
Above the island, the pilot and guide was still tirelessly explaining the procedures for entering the Wandering Sea.
The guide was a bearded man around fifty years old, a Russian.
He was an experienced guide. It was said that most people wishing to visit the Wandering Sea sought him out every year, and he had been doing this for over twenty years.
His business was so good that many people still failed to get a seat on his aircraft every year.
This time, however, Yuan Shikai was the only passenger in his helicopter because he had chartered it.
While introducing the Wandering Sea's entrance test, the guide inevitably began recounting his own life story.
When he was young, he had wanted to join the Wandering Sea, but unfortunately, he had failed to pass.
After failing for three consecutive years, he had accepted reality: he simply did not have the talent.
Yet his yearning for the Wandering Sea had never diminished.
To get closer to the Wandering Sea and continue pursuing Mystery, he had changed careers and become a guide, helping young people who wished to enter the Wandering Sea.
It seemed that guiding newcomers here, even if only one out of thousands passed the assessment, was a kind of spiritual comfort for him.
Of course, a considerable reward was indispensable as well.
In fact, Wandering Sea guides had become a profession, and many people worked in