Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 1572: Generating waves and causing rapids

When the fissure appeared outside Gaiserfittu, it not only impacted the island itself, but also affected the surrounding seas.

On Red Crown Island, He Ruihai and He Zhilan, a brother and sister, felt a violent earthquake. They reacted quickly and immediately called all the students to an open space.

They attempted to make contact with the outside world, but the newly installed field communication equipment was interfered with and no messages were received. Fortunately, the telegram and broadcasting services were not interrupted.

The broadcast issued a weather warning, saying that many islands, including Red Crown Island, would experience storms in the near future, and that residents should prepare accordingly.

He Zhilan said, "Brother, we don't know if there will be another earthquake later. It might not be safe to stay in the house, so we'll have to set up a tent."

He Ruihai said, "Then let's stay outside."

Their training courses here have always received donations. They had a batch of protective tents before, but because they were semi-subterranean, they had to dig a pit themselves.

Fortunately, they were both fighters, so this was not difficult for them at all. The two of them immediately organized their students and dug out suitable burrows in half an hour and set up tents on them.

At this moment, a small airship arrived. It was from the island's management committee, who came specifically to inform them that the outer air routes had been affected, so they were sending them some essential supplies in advance.

The He siblings were very grateful and arranged for the trainees to enter the tents to prepare for this difficult time.

The situation didn't seem so bad. In the middle of the night, the storm didn't arrive, but the energy field was connected. Those students who were able to contact their families, hoping to be picked up.

A trainee surnamed Xiang and his sister were training here. After using the skyline to contact his family, he couldn't wait to say, "Dad, the conditions here are too poor. We want to go home."

A man's voice came from the other end, his tone very firm: "Go home what? You two stay right there, do you hear me?"

He said to the students, "Dad, my sister is crying. Although the two teachers are good, we can afford to hire Wu Yi's private coach. Why did you come here to train?"

"I told you to stay put, so just stay put. Why all the complaining?"

He complained to the student, "Dad, are my sister and I still your biological children?"

A reproachful voice came from the other end: "What nonsense are you talking about, child?"

The man's voice turned serious: "You all stay there. Don't worry about anything happening. Do you think Central City is safe?"

I'm putting it this way: with you two teachers here, even if something goes wrong in Central City, Red Crown Island will be fine! Okay, that's all." With that, he ended the call.

The two students exchanged bewildered glances. Could these two teachers... have some kind of background they didn't know about?
Northern Nations of Norland, Acharaca District, Earthsea Cave.

Gresham stood at the edge of the cave entrance, looking into the bottomless abyss.

He wore a plaid shirt that revealed his muscular arms. His hair was half black and half white, and he had deep wrinkles around his eyes and a neatly trimmed short beard.

He appears to be under fifty years old, but he is actually 160 years old. He is one of the few Throne Fighters who came from the old era.

He interacted with the villagers at the grassroots level for many years and used his own force to participate in the construction of public facilities. It can be said that he had extremely high popularity and prestige throughout the Acharaka region.

If we were to name his only controversial personal hobby, it would probably be the Earthsea Cave, which requires years of extensive manpower and resources to excavate.

However, over the past hundred years, the people in this region seem to have gotten used to it, and it has even become a local tradition.

And because of Gresham's actions, this story, which was originally just a rural legend, is now known all over the world. Every year, a large number of tourists come to visit the excavated caves, and some even pay to participate in the excavation themselves. The local area has also benefited greatly from tourism.

Gresham welcomed these changes, and every day he stood here, mentally listening for every sound connecting the caverns.

Over the years, many caves that had been filled in over the past thousand years have been excavated here, but the answer he is looking for still seems to be out of reach.

But he firmly believed that as long as he kept going, he would definitely find the result he wanted.

After a day of mental searching, all he heard were the familiar sounds of flowing water and air, and the rolling of falling sand, just like every other day.

Just when he thought the day was over, a rustling sound came from the bottom of the cave, followed by a knocking sound, as if someone was exploring the path in the dark, and he could also faintly hear voices.

He had heard all sorts of sounds over the past hundred years, but he had never heard anything like it before.

He suddenly turned around, took two steps forward, and stared intently into the bottomless cave below.

He was certain that there was no one in the direction from which the sound came, so who could be there?
His heart began to pound violently.

He dared not use his spiritual sense to investigate at that moment, for fear of disturbing the people speaking below.

Even so, in his excitement, the sand and gravel around him began to float up on their own.

In pursuit of that legend, he spent his entire life trying to prove that what he believed in his heart was correct, and in the long process, this became a personal constraint for him.

But if he can find it, it will not only give him an answer, but also give him the possibility of breaking through to the next level.

He then stopped breathing, quieted his aura, and slowly crouched down, while the surrounding sand and gravel gradually settled.
An excited expression appeared on his face, as if his pursuit of the past hundred years was finally about to see the light of day. At this moment, he dared not go down by himself, for he was afraid that his field would disturb or disrupt something. Even in the past, he had always entrusted laborers to go down and dig.

Now he was just carefully crouching by the cave entrance, listening intently.

It's hard to imagine a Throne Fighter making such a move, but as a member of the Naturalist faction, it's natural for him to do so, without any pretense.

At that moment, he could tell that it was the voice of a young man and woman talking, and the language they were using seemed to be ancient Acharaka.

But just as he was listening carefully and taking notes, he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet, and the ground became undulating, shaking like ocean waves.

At that moment, tourists and local residents several kilometers away squatted down and exclaimed in surprise.

Gresham frowned, and the sounds vanished the instant the earthquake struck.

He stood up and looked up at the sky. With his extraordinary senses, he saw dense, colorful clouds and swirling patterns in the sky, with all sorts of noisy sounds coming from above.

He glanced at it indifferently, shutting these sensations out of his senses.

These things were irrelevant to him; all he cared about was the legend of the Earthsea Cave, and the young couple who once entered it.

After a while, the vibration finally stopped. When he listened again, a look of disappointment appeared on his face; the voice was gone.

However, since he was allowed to hear it once, he will likely hear it a second time. At least for him, this matter is no longer so ethereal, but has already touched the edge.

At that moment, he sensed something, turned around, and saw an airship flying towards him, bearing the national emblem of the Northern Alliance of Norland.

He turned around and faced the airship.

As the airship approached, a middle-aged man jumped down from above. He was dressed in the uniform of a Norland government official.

After landing on the ground, he walked up to Gresham, took off his hat, and revealed a head of thick, black curly hair.

He said sternly, "Mr. Gresham, I have been sent here by the National Alliance. Please stop what you are doing immediately."

Grezim said expressionlessly, "I refuse."

The middle-aged man seemed to have anticipated this response, and he said in a deep voice, "Gretzing, I'm not joking with you."

Do you know why successive Yono emperors kept filling this cave?

What you're pursuing is nothing but a mythical legend, and beneath it may lie a cave teeming with demons, from which they will one day emerge.

Grezim didn't argue with him. He said, "I don't care what you think. Really, you don't have to believe it, and I don't want you to. I just want you to leave me alone."

As for what you said about Emperor Yono and the National Alliance, that's none of my business. This is Acharaka, and we Acharaka people have our own lives and pursuits. We will pay taxes and serve in the National Alliance, but the National Alliance has no right to interfere in other matters.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "You felt the earthquake just now, too. The news from above is that the Earthsea Cave may become the next impact point. Are you sure your Achalaka district doesn't need the National Alliance's assistance?"

Grezim remained unmoved, saying, "With me here, I will protect Acharaka with my life."

The middle-aged man looked at him and added, "I'm not exaggerating. The two worlds are getting closer and closer. You know what that means."

He reached out and put his hat on, then said, "Old man, you're still as stubborn as ever. I knew that when I came here. No wonder your mother left you back then."

Gretchen looked at him. "You'll understand when you find your purpose."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then took out a telegram from his pocket. "This is a telegram someone sent to you, asking me to bring it."

He handed it to Gressim and said, "Call for help when you need it, not for yourself, but for the people of Acharaka." After he finished speaking, he floated into the air, returned to the airship, and left with the sound of the spinning propellers.

Gretchen watched the airship sail away, then returned, his expression once again one of attentive listening.

To his disappointment, he didn't hear the sound again, but over the years he had learned to be patient, so he would come back and try again tomorrow.

Then he remembered the telegram, picked it up and looked at it. It was from the Fighters Council.
He said that a friend of his had received his letter and wanted to visit him, but due to the restrictions imposed by the higher authorities in both countries, he needed to extend an invitation first.

He immediately thought of who it was—the first person to affirm him. He was very happy to welcome such a person to visit him, and he couldn't wait to share his discovery with his friend.

He walked into the telegraph room built to the side and said, "In my personal capacity, I am sending an invitation to Advisor Chen of the Supreme Advisory Council of Da Shun."

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(End of this chapter)