Above the ocean.
A bright silver flying craft pierces through the skies.
Not far away, a group of Wind Deity Dragons with wingspans over thirty meters attempts to swoop down, only to have their bodies easily torn apart by a barrage of bullets, their flesh and blood raining down into the sea like droplets.
Swoosh!
From within the ocean, serpentine Sea Beasts tumble and turn, their gaping mouths devouring the gifts from nature.
Aboard the flying craft.
Fang Xing watches the screen, his thoughts already drifting.
"Thirty years have passed, and the Boundary Land has almost spread across the globe..."
"Fortunately, with Li Ying's technical support, and the 'anti-interference technology' brought out from Yuanzhong Temple, humanity's technology hasn't regressed back to the Stone Age in a single breath..."
"That idiot, just the licensing fees from that technology patent alone would be enough to make him the richest man in the world, yet he fussles with all these trivial matters..."
