"Ah! Ya!..."
"Gao Wa, what did he sing?"
"Ng. West, west, west, ancestors, giants, tomb!"
"The tomb of the ancestral giants? What is that?"
"Ng! It is, it is... Ya! It is countless giants, joined together! It is the thing you have always been looking for, the thing you must find!..."
On the boundless deep sea, a lonely little island was scattered like a dot, with waves stretching for hundreds of li all around it. On the island stood a gray-brown volcano, covered in white snow. Among the snow were green shrubs, grass, and moss, sparse and scattered, extending from the island's edge to the lower and higher reaches of the volcano. This place seemed like the end of the world, a stretch of barrenness and deathly silence, without any tribes or human traces, and not even sea beasts or flocks of birds.
The arrival of two longships brought a little life to this deathly silent little island. And the old guide Wu Baiya's hoarse singing was like a sea wind that had drifted down from the north for ten thousand years, carrying cold, desolation, and death!
"Heyo ya Naga!..."
"Main God! The corpses of the ancestral giants are the islands. From east to west, first comes Youngest Daughter Island, then Eldest Daughter Island. And our current position is between Eldest Daughter Island and 'Mother Island'! Farther west is 'Grandmother Island,' and farther, farther west is the 'Giant's Tomb'!..."
The cold wind blew, and the setting sun was dim, yet Scholar Miki's eyes suddenly brightened. He listened carefully to White Bear Gao Wa's translation, radiance gradually rising on his face. Heat surged through his whole body, and even his heartbeat abruptly quickened!
"Ah! The Main God blesses us! Zuwaro, that tomb where countless corpses are piled atop one another is,