Wyatt Barnes and his group, following the Grand Isle Master into 'Crescent Island,' headed straight for the center of the island.
The closer they got to the center of the island, the denser the inner energy of heaven and earth became.
"It seems... the premium original stone mines of Crescent Island are buried at the center of the island."
Wyatt had no difficulty in guessing this.
Flying across the landscape, their eyes met with lush and vibrant jungles, the air filled with a refreshing aroma that refreshed them as though basking in the spring breeze.
"Back on Earth in my previous life, industrialization was advanced... There were few environments like this."
At this moment, Wyatt's thoughts involuntarily drifted to the Earth where he once lived, remembering those days that felt like a lifetime ago.
"Without realizing it, it's been more than a decade since I arrived in this world."
Wyatt sighed quietly.
"More than a decade... I wonder if that guy is dead yet."
