The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Gana Continent, Sun Step Mountain Range.

As the last raindrop fell from the edge of the sky, the murky sky finally cleared, and the gales that howled for seven whole days finally ceased.

The setting sun cast its light on the peaks of the Sun Step Mountain Range, large patches of cracked rock reflecting golden-red gleams, as if nothing had occurred—

But the people of the Wind Roar Tribe all knew that those frantic days and nights couldn't have been meaningless.

The Prophet Uyana of the Tide Clan stood at the edge of the cliff, her eyes closed, nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath.

"I smell a wider sea," she murmured.

The cloak behind her swayed gently in the wind, her eyelids with embedded sea-blue scale patterns slowly opened, gazing at the far North.

"If you smell it, then hurry and leave," Urga grumbled impatiently, biting into a piece of dry and hard rat jerky, "We don't have much food left here, can't afford to feed your whole tribe."

Uyana was not offended, instead, she smiled lightly and nodded slightly to him.

"Thank you for your shelter these seven days. If we can survive this catastrophe, the Wind Roar Tribe's kindness will be remembered by the Tide Breath Clan."

As she prepared to leave with her tribesmen, Urga suddenly called her back.

"Um..." he twisted his neck, swallowing a piece of half-chewed jerky, "We discussed the joint fishing idea with the elders and... it sounds not bad."

He kept a straight face, his tone forced to sound natural.

"Besides, our rations are almost gone, we just need some supplements."

Uyana's smile deepened, her eyes carried a hint of slyness and composure.

"That's great."

A millennia of estrangement was not so easily eliminated, but this was a good start.

Previously, they each endured similar yet different hardships in their own homes, tormenting each other in the same desperate situations.

But now they had a shared history.

This was far more reliable than any contract.

She was about to say something when a sound of something cutting through the air suddenly swept overhead—

A Wind Howl Clan sentry, clad in light armor with wings not yet retracted, descended swiftly, kneeling heavily between the two of them, hoarsely shouting:

"Lord Wind Chief! North of Thunder Cliff... we've discovered a ship, and a group of unidentified humans!"

"...Thunder Cliff?" Urga's expression changed instantly, but he was quickly shocked by another startling fact in the statement, stuttering the words, "A ship?"

That's up on the mountain!

The nearest sea is at least three hundred li away.

Not just Urga, Uyana Cui Lin also wore a startled expression, looking at the sentry with a peculiar gaze.

"Did you just say—ship?"

"Yes, I witnessed it with my own eyes," the Wind Howl Clan sentry replied, bowing his head, "After the storm, the sea turned into clouds, clouds turned into sea, a ship suddenly emerged from the fog, crashing onto the ridge along with the waves that overtook the mountain tops, as if rolled up by some force..."

He tried to describe the magnificent scene, but before the divine power descended by the Divines, his depiction seemed too pale.

Urga and Uyana exchanged a glance, both their eyes still carrying lingering shock and confusion.

Uyana slightly furrowed her brow, her voice lowered:

"I suggest not contacting them for now... we know nothing of the world beyond, nor whether those people are friend or foe."

Though the murals from a thousand years ago were incomplete, one thing all Lizardmen remembered—how they had endured extreme suffering on the Ancient Continent long ago.

As for how they crossed it, and where the suffering came from, the ancestors had not told them.

Now they could only rely on the wisdom of the Demon King.

Urga looked gloomily towards the distant mountains, nodded after a moment.

"You're right."

He turned to the Wind Howl Clan sentry, his tone shifting from his usual casualness to a hint of pressure:

"You, set off immediately, go to Assam City, report this directly to Lord Demon King!"

"Yes!"

Without a moment's delay, the sentry took flight, heading towards the plains in the South still covered by the afterglow.

Uyana gazed towards the direction of the sentry's departure, suddenly speaking.

"I recall a distant legend."

"What?" Urga looked at her.

"The history of the Tide Clan began with a divine ship that descended from the sky..." Uyana murmured, "I wonder where fate will lead us this time."

...

The sea wind howled, rustling through the forest branches and leaves.

This was the seventh day since the Traveler was stranded, and Kedson still hadn't figured out exactly where he was.

Their ship lay like a corpse atop the mountain, nailed to a place where no one should be. Surrounding them was an endless unfamiliar forest, devoid of stars for navigation, and no maps for guidance, as if the earth itself was silently rejecting them.

The remaining food on the ship was running low, bark stew and salted water-soaked fish jerky had become the routine menu.

The gunpowder was almost gone too; no matter how stylish the firearms, they couldn't scare off beasts, much less stave off hunger.

Worse still—no one knew they were still alive.

They also didn't know what had happened outside.

Nor what exactly was that tsunami seven days ago.

Kedson sat on the fractured railing at the stern of the ship, staring at the eerily calm distant forest. This was not the sea, even the wind was reluctant to linger here. He wanted to write something for the nautical log, but the ink had long been ruined by the dampness.

He knew in his heart, the Imperial wouldn't come to save them.