"...Have a safe journey."
Before falling asleep, Lu Ping'an went to see someone.
Or rather, what was once a person... Dragon Moon Island was about to enter its settlement period, and Elder Liu, who had relied heavily on postponed payments, was also approaching his end.
Standing on the dragon's head, with the morning sunlight shining, Lu Ping'an, alongside other Quasi-Gods, attended this peculiar premature funeral.
As a frontline base, Dragon Moon Island had endured bloody battles and fulfilled its historical mission. The population migration from the island had become a recent priority.
Naturally, fewer and fewer people remained on Dragon Moon Island. Finally, only some old stalwarts and strongmen, those who could disregard disaster warnings, stayed behind.
What would ultimately happen to this island? Would it shatter into pieces? Or would the accumulated damage lead to its complete disintegration into dust?
