When midnight arrived, the West Sea fell into complete darkness and silence.
Only the sound of the waves continued to provide a serene background sound to the pitch-black night.
The light of the moon and stars lit up the night and was reflected by the sea, as if the sea and sky were two mirrors facing each other as they met at a horizon line an immeasurable distance from here.
An Lin raised his head to discover that among the countless stars in the sky, the nine brightest stars seemed to be pointing toward a certain direction. However, the stars were constantly moving, and the direction they were pointing in was constantly changing as a result.
"So this really is a moving island." A smile appeared on An Lin's face.
He flew into the sky atop his brick and immediately began traveling in the direction the stars were pointing in.
