Another day had passed, and today's sunlight was somewhat glaring. As Zhang Ziwen walked out of the stone chamber, he squinted his eyes and stepped onto the top of the huge rock. The view from here was wide and open; every time he emerged, he would habitually climb to this spot to look out over the azure Big Ocean, waiting for a miracle to appear. But he was disappointed. The ocean stretched to the horizon, merging with the sky. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. In this place, perhaps not even in ten more years would any ships pass by?