"Besides you, are there any other people on this island?"
Phil Gray asked patiently again.
"There are many more people. There are about 100,000 native residents on our island, and some others were stranded here by accident." This person actually understood again and finally provided some useful information.
“There are so many people? That doesn’t make sense. If they were just robbing food brought by outsiders, they shouldn’t be able to feed so many people,” Eli said, puzzled.
"What do you usually get your food from?" Phil Gray asked curiously.
The man pursed his lips and said sadly, "We still eat abyssal wheat and rock worms. People who accidentally come to this island don't necessarily bring food, and we can't always win against them. Sometimes, vicious pirates accidentally land on the island, and we become their food. However, after many years, people who accidentally come here will also be assimilated by us. No one knows if their ancestors were from outside."
"Abyss wheat, it sounds like it can be grown without sunlight. Looks like you guys are lucky."
Eli remarked.
"No, the wheat was brought by someone a hundred years ago. In addition to bringing wheat, that person would also send some useful supplies every ten years. It is also in this hundred years that we have so many people. In the long past, we survived entirely by eating rock worms and the people who had wandered here."
"What? Someone can come and go as they please?"
If even a god-level follower can't get out, could that person be at a level above god-level?
"Yes, he was wearing a dark purple cloak. Everyone called him the Savior, but he never talked to us much. He would just put the supplies in the center of the island and leave."
"When will he come to deliver supplies next? Don't you want to know how he left? Didn't you ever think of asking him to take you out?" Valck Dodd asked with some suspicion.
"The next time, it seems, is in twenty days." The man counted on his fingers. "The Savior said that he can only come and go from here by himself; he can't take anyone out with him."
Phil Gray pondered for a moment, then asked, "To your knowledge, has anyone successfully left over the years?"
“No one has ever left.” He shook his head. “The longest-staying outsider is Old Man Yao, who is fifty years old. He has been here for thirty years and has not found a way out. He is too old and will die soon. There is only one leader left in the outsider faction. Before long, they will give up the idea of leaving. The temple will make them swear to join our island and work together for the survival of our descendants.”
As he spoke, he glanced at them cautiously again, "But with you guys being so powerful, the outsider faction may flourish for many more years to come."
“We’re not staying here,” Valcke Dodd said, his face turning ashen.
“The temple?” Phil Gray asked.
An island with so many people must have a powerful force, and it seems to be the temple this person mentioned.
"The temple is in the center of the island, a bit far from here. The temple is responsible for distributing the island's resources and passing on its knowledge. One out of every hundred of us can be selected to go to the temple for education. I've been to the temple before, so I can speak the local dialect, but they haven't been there and can only roughly understand what you're saying. People like me, after learning some basic knowledge, will be sent to various places on the island to manage others."
They were all very surprised to hear this. They never expected that these islanders, who were physically deformed and almost like wild beasts, could be organized in this way, which showed that they had made great efforts to survive.
"I see. So, what deity do you worship in your temple?"
"Sun God, we worship the Sun God, He will return! We have not been abandoned! Dawn, we want the light!"
This person stared at them with fanaticism, greedily eyeing their meager divine power, just like the others.
Well, I don't know why, but these people seem to go crazy whenever Chenxi is mentioned.
As for the sun god, it should be referred to as the daytime prophet.
But to believe in the sun in a place where there is no sunlight, the believers here are truly pitiful!
Regardless, these people are considered believers of Dawn, and Dawn certainly cannot stand idly by. Elder Ge Lan frowned, racking his brains for a way out and whether it was possible to get someone from outside to rescue them, but unfortunately, he seemed to have no clue at all.
"What should we do next?" Martin asked.
"Go to the temple."
"Go to the temple."
Phil Gray and Elder Glenn said in unison.
There is currently no information whatsoever about getting out, and the only savior who can get out won't arrive for another twenty days. Of course, they can't just sit and wait to die.
"By the way, what's your name? How do we get to the temple from here? We'd like to take a look."
After Phil Gray and the other man calmed down a bit, he quickly asked.
“My name is Bin. The temple is in the center of the island, far from here. You need to follow the direction indicated by the stone marker. Are you really people of Dawn?” His eyes were fixed on the crowd, devout and fervent, even unbelievably fervent, as if he were seeing a god.
He wasn't even this excited when he mentioned the savior who had truly brought them benefits.
“Yeah, you can’t fake light, can you?” Phil Gray said with a smile, suppressing the strange feeling that had been creeping into his heart.
“Yes, yes, only the people of Dawn can bring light. No problem, I’ll take you to the temple right away!” Bin said excitedly.
He rattled off a string of words in a language the other islanders couldn't understand, then turned and left, his figure moving incredibly fast even in the darkness.
It seems they have evolved to the point where they can see in the dark.
Phil Gray and the others quickly followed.
The stone markers that Bin mentioned are a unique wayfinding method on the island. They hadn't noticed them before, thinking they were just useless pebbles, but in fact, their slightly sharpened ends all point in the same direction.
For most of the islanders who are illiterate and sometimes have poor eyesight, this is the only way they can know the direction of the temple and that they are an organized group.
They walked for about an afternoon, and according to Bin, they had only covered less than a fifth of the distance.
On the one hand, the island was indeed very large, and without sunlight, their Pegasus were very weak and sickly, not to mention that there was a group of savages following behind them, staring at their strong legs and drooling. On the other hand, the knights could not waste their divine power at will, and had to save it for lighting and dealing with emergencies.
On the other hand, they encountered many islanders along the way, and each time they had to stop and explain, which doubled the length of the procession.
After all, Dawn's team was like a lamp in the darkness, extremely conspicuous.
After walking for about another day, Phil Gray excused himself to go to the toilet and quietly went to an open space far away from the group.
There wasn't any conspiracy involved; it was just that he and Frank had made an agreement beforehand, and it was time to call him out.
"Undead companions..."
The black mist was indistinct in the darkness, and even the gate to the abyss was not clearly visible.
"Huh? Why am I still in the abyss? I haven't come out yet?" Frank scratched his head and muttered in confusion.
He only relaxed when he saw Phil Gray. "Hey, why did you call me out tonight?"
Phil Gray had a faint smile on his lips.
"This isn't nighttime; there's no sun here, neither day nor night."
"Huh? Isn't this the Abyss? No, this isn't the Abyss either." Frank looked around. "Is this some other independent space?"
Phil Gray shook his head, told Frank about their experience, and asked him if he knew how to get out of there.
Mr. Frank was a member of the Light of Wisdom during his lifetime; he is knowledgeable and experienced, and perhaps he can find a solution.
“This island can only be entered but not exited, and it can also block out the entire sky, making it difficult for the sun's rays to enter. Such power can probably only be achieved by gods,” Frank analyzed.
As he spoke, he gave Phil Gray a speechless look. "But tell me, why do you always summon me in these weird places? Either in the City of Light, or in a place like this. Are we incompatible?"
"No way, didn't we agree to meet in three days? If I didn't summon you, wouldn't you be even angrier or more uneasy?" Phil Gray was also helpless; who would have thought he would end up here?
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