The Ancient Island

It was Kuta and his crew who had torn apart the gloom hanging over God's Kingdom, letting Angel Island bask once more in the light of true hope.

Their arrival had also ended the four-hundred-year war between Angel Island and the Shandia People.

So no amount of gratitude from the people of God's Kingdom could be too much.

A-Luo stepped out of the elevator on the Mast and walked over to Ahua. He took a glass of juice from the tray in Ahua's hands and spoke as he drank, gazing ahead.

"You know, now that we're about to leave, I'm actually going to miss this place."

For once, Ahua didn't argue with him. He pushed up his glasses and looked at the white clouds to their left. Reluctance flickered in his eyes too.

Sky Island was the most legendary place they had visited since setting sail.

Everything here had been so dreamlike, as though it truly belonged in a dream. It was full of wonders.

All kinds of Sky Fish, clouds, pumpkins, people, soil, shells, history...

They had only spent two days here, but...

Every part of it was hard to leave behind.

Only now, when they were truly about to go, did they realize how strongly they wanted to stay.

But no matter how reluctant they felt, they had to leave. This was only one part of their jour

ney, just like Bass Island and Alabasta. They had been reluctant to leave those places too. If they hadn't, how could they have discovered such a beautiful Sky Island?

That was why!

They wouldn't stop their journey for any one beautiful place. Their journey took them across the whole world!

Ahua believed that beyond that sea of clouds, beneath it, and across the boundless Sea, more sights awaited them—more wondrous,