The waves crashing against the shore emitted a roaring sound, with white foam splashing onto the rocks below, creating bursts of mist.
At this moment, Lin Yue, Bai, and Little Ice Lizard No. 1 were standing on a rugged rock only a few square meters in size and nearly twenty meters high.
The surrounding area was all ocean, and the only place to stand was these few square meters.
Lin Yue really wanted to ask the designer who planned this route to the Ancient Secret Realm Gate if there was something wrong with their head.
What on earth is it leading directly to this little rocky island?
Forget sand, there's not even a stone here, okay? Where's the land? My city? My beach?
Speaking of which, the sun seems to just be rising, it doesn't feel like it's late afternoon, nearly evening. Could it be that the place the Ancient Secret Realm Gate leads to now also has time zones for day and night?
