Gazing into the distance with a troubled expression, Xu Ziyang repeated what the spirit of Bronze City had said before he died.0

"It was just a nameless island back then… Now, it might not even exist anymore…"0

Standing in midair beside Xu Ziyang, Lin Bei and Chu Liang frowned as they gazed into the distance too.0

Lin Bei tilted his head and muttered, "He calls that a 'small island'?"0

"It's been so long," Chu Liang replied. "Seas shift and lands change over time. Parts of that old island might have merged into this place."0

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Chu Liang, Lin Bei, and Xu Ziyang had been flying across the East Sea, waiting for a signal from the bronze talisman that the spirit of Bronze City had given to Xu Ziyang. 0

After five days, the bronze talisman finally felt a little warm and vibrated.0

Tens of thousands of years had passed, yet the enchanted formation inscriptions on the bronze talisman still retained their spiritual qi and continued to function. The tool-making abilities of the Jiuli Tribe were truly unparalleled.0

It was unsurprising that large enchanted tools could endure millennia. However, even this bronze talisman, such a small and seemingly...0