"Hold on," Empyrean Oceanheart suddenly recalled another matter. She asked, "You mentioned this entire situation began seven hundred years ago?"
"That's right, Your Divinity. It was, more or less, around seven hundred years ago. Our survivor camp had been destroyed by the Edge Sweeper a total of thirty-three times during these seven-hundred-odd years," the Silver Merman Divine Lord answered honestly.
"That can't be right…" Empyrean Oceanheart frowned, noticing the discrepancy in time.
"Ten years ago, I passed the Star River Realm to pick up my great-granddaughter from the Grand Unity Human Clan. The Star River Realm was still bustling with life and activity at that time."
"However, could there be no news at all if such a large number of beings were dragged into Umbral Edge seven hundred years ago?"
"In fact, the disappearance of numerous realms and people around Umbral Edge should have been major news. Yet, I have never heard a single news about it."
"That…"
