North Sea Island.
The Tenth Realm experts were leisurely chatting, occasionally glancing into the distance at the "Eye of the North Sea," now reduced to a size of about a hundred meters.
Over the past century, their lives had been both comforting and awe-inspiring.
The comforting part was that they no longer needed to guard the Eye of the North Sea or face its abyss-like depths.
Watching the Eye of the North Sea shrink day by day was also a kind of spiritual pleasure.
As for the awe... it was because everything stemmed from one person.
The mysterious figure who, with his own strength, surpassed their achievements of tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of years.
For this past century, that mysterious figure had continuously sat above the Eye of the North Sea; his two Primordial Spirits, reaching millions of feet, stood at either end of the Eye.
