While Lan Qingyou and the others were buried in their research on illusion instruments, a new round of heated discussion began on the world channel.
The center of the discussion was, of course, the flying city.
After several days of flight, the 【Flying City】 Eureka had already left the Abandoned Land and was heading northeast toward the main continent.
It was at this moment that the transmigrators—who had long been cleared out of the Abandoned Land but were everywhere else—finally saw that breathtaking sight.
It made sense. One moment you're eating hot pot and singing songs, and the next you look up to see a massive island flying several hundred meters in the air. Anyone would be stunned.
And after the shock?
The bad habits of Blue Star surfaced.
No matter what they encountered, as long as they weren't in immediate danger, they would take a photo first and then post it on the world channel to show off.
"Guys, look what I found today! [Image]"
"Is that..."
"A flying island?"
"Sky Island?"
"Fake, right?"
"Everyone knows photos can be photoshopped."
"Come on, you try photoshopping that. There's a limit to how much you can joke around."
"Exactly. They posted it to share info and show us something cool. Why the hell are you guys joking and spamming the chat?"
"As expected, fools never truly die out, no matter the time or place."
"Thanks, everyone. The photo is real. It most likely drifted over from the Abandoned Land. It's probably the witches' doing."
The person who took the photo was located in the northern part of the Abandoned Mountains, right on the edge of the region.
So, upon seeing this 'flying island,' his first thought was the Abandoned Land.
Having witnessed the expulsion event that occurred there months ago, he knew very well that only witches remained in the Abandoned Land. Naturally, he assumed this was some project of theirs.
"I saw it too! It just flew right over my shelter. The sense of pressure was insane. [Image]"
A second later, more evidence appeared on the world channel.
This second photo was clearly taken using a magic desk from within a shelter.
Since it was taken from below looking up and the angle couldn't be adjusted, the entire image felt even more oppressive.
It allowed everyone viewing the photo to vividly experience the perspective of the person who took it.
In short, it was suffocating.
"Just how big is that thing..."
"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it blots out the sun, would it?"
"Is anyone in the Abandoned Land? Go see what's actually happening."
"Forget it. Did you already forget the mass expulsion from a few months ago?"
"Oh, right... I forgot about that..."
Because they had suffered a large-scale invasion, the Witch race had a very legitimate reason for driving out everyone who wasn't a witch.
And because the witches took the lead, other new races—seeing the risks to themselves—chose to do the same.
Thus, while the event was named after the 'Abandoned Land,' it was actually happening all over the continent. With everyone's attention divided, the incident actually received less scrutiny than the previous war.
But that didn't mean people had forgotten.
Especially over these past few months, news about the witches had cropped up from time to time.
Whether it was the hunting squads or the sudden appearance of curse-type spells, everything spoke of the witches' refusal to back down.
And now, a massive flying island drifting out of the witches' territory was suspicious no matter how you looked at it.
Every intelligent person wanted to know what had happened in the Abandoned Land during these months.
However, that was simply impossible.
Consequently...
The two people who had first posted the messages were targeted.
Private messages flooded their accounts, instantly hitting 99+ messages.
The two were terrified, wondering what had happened.
When they checked, they found everyone wanted them to go investigate.
Some even offered a considerable price.
Left with no choice, the two of them decided to risk it for the sake of profit—as the saying goes, 'humans die for wealth, as birds die for food.'
There was no helping it; the deposits they received were simply too high.
Especially for the first person—the deposits alone added up to nearly ten gold coins.
He would get even more once the job was done.
If he didn't take a gamble now, when would he?
So, after a quick pack-up, he set out immediately.
Although he lived in the northern Abandoned Mountains and would need to cross the entire range to reach the Abandoned Land, such a task was nothing to a high-defense, high-health warrior like him.
At most, he just had to worry about staying warm.
With ten gold coins in hand, he could easily afford to spend one or two on a decent magic tent to survive the cold.
He couldn't be stingy now; this money would help him earn much more later.
Plus, the tent could store supplies.
He wouldn't have to worry about food or water.
While some were focused on where it came from, others were more concerned with where it was going.
Specifically, the destination of this flying island.
They weren't naive enough to believe the Witch race would launch an island-sized object into the sky just to pray for blessings like sky lanterns.
Nobody does something for nothing.
And so, exactly what Lan Qingyou had feared began to happen.
"Does anyone know the flight path of this flying island?"
"No idea."
"Only a fool would care about that."
Tsk! What a bunch of useless people. I guess I'll have to send my own people to check it out.
As the saying goes, a clear conscience fears no knock at the door. Those who were terrified were the ones with guilty consciences, fearing the witches would come for them.
While others just watched the spectacle for fun, these people were genuinely trembling with fear.
Or rather, the witches' methods made them tremble.
That was why they were more concerned about the witches' movements than anyone else.
Shang Chuan, of course, saw these messages on the world channel.
He could even guess what some of them were thinking.
As the 'proxy' of the Abandoned Land appointed by Lan Qingyou, he certainly had the standing to speak up and clarify things.
But having the standing didn't mean it was necessary.
Sometimes, it was just like that.
Even if you spoke, no one would believe you.
They only believed what they wanted to believe, so they would inevitably send people to investigate.
All he needed to do was mind his own business and develop the Abandoned Land. If the witches made money, he made money.
As long as everyone was profitable, his position as 'proxy' would never falter.
Shang Chuan was extremely confident in this.
Or rather, the current momentum and methods of the Witch race gave him that confidence.
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