Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer

In this vast endless sea, as far as the eye can see, dozens of ships come and go.

The comings and goings of ships symbolize the prosperity here.

However, what’s interesting is...

Except for some merchant ships and cargo transport ships, most of the vessels are clearly personnel transport ships.

Every ship on the sea is marked with the emblem of the Holy Mother Church or similar elements of the Holy Mother.

From afar, in the center of the ocean, there is an expansive island.

This island is the Land of the Goddess, representing the joy of new life and harvest, and is the headquarters of the Holy Mother Church in the Endless Sea.

Soft and gentle light filters down from the clouds in the sky, merging indistinctly with the surrounding hues.

The Sound of Dawn slowly approaches the outskirts of this maritime region.

The island can already be seen beyond the horizon.

Alka and his companions all stand on the deck, letting the Sound of Dawn lift them into the sky with vines, to more quickly witness the island’s appearance.

The Holy City.

The headquarters of the Church.

Even in such a remote place, they can already feel the ripples of power from the Holy Mother.

These power fluctuations and the light beams descending from the sky imbue the surrounding sea with a faint golden glow.

”Such a stable environment.” Julia feels the surrounding ambiance and can’t help but say.

”The environment here is as stable as in the Homeland Sea.”

It must be the power of the Holy Mother dispersing the chaotic conditions around, making the environment here very stable.

Jason moves his hand through the air, revealing the subtle golden glow within the atmosphere.

”Not just the environment, even the magic here is infused with plenty of Holy Light Element. This place has almost become a forbidden zone for all demons.”

The Holy Light of the Holy Mother is not like punitive Holy Light.

But this Holy Light has already integrated into the surroundings, not only demons, but even cultists find it unbearable within this area.

The aura on their bodies constantly clashes with the surrounding Holy Light, essentially marking them as if encircled by a halo.

It’s truly exaggerated.

As the ship continues its journey...

A ship slowly sails alongside them, quickly moving forward.

Alka and his companions look at that ship.

That ship is not a vessel of the Church, yet it has followed a certain style of the Church ships.

With a pale gold and milky white hue.

Its design exhibits numerous Holy Mother Church styles, it seems to be a personnel transport ship with various sized rooms.

Apart from some cannons around the cabin, there are all kinds of doors and windows.

On the deck...

Many people gather, staring at the distant island as if in pilgrimage.

Though that island stretches narrowly to the beyond...

The distance is still far.

”Is it a pilgrim ship?”

Alka watches the ship and can’t help but speak.

For these Saints of the Holy Mother Church, it’s easy to sense the faith towards the Holy Mother emanating from that ship.

As they proceed forward...

The number of pilgrimage ships coming and going increases.

Besides these, many warships of the Holy Mother Church can also be seen, transporting knights and Defenders of the Faith to distant horizons.

There are also ships transporting supplies.

The fleet of ships transporting to the World Scar is a scene Alka and his companions have most frequently observed since they left the World Scar.

Sometimes these ships can even be seen in drifting seas.

This illustrates the sheer number of such ships and the severity of the World Scar.

Support has never ceased; the whole world is pouring lifeblood towards that place.

As they draw closer to the Holy City...

The soft glow becomes increasingly apparent.

The surrounding magic also starts to be squeezed by the Holy Light.

The sacred elements begin to fill the surroundings.

They are practically sailing on a golden ocean.

This gold isn’t opulent.

But resembles a wheat-yellow hue, evoking the rich colors of autumn harvest, aligning more with a rustic sentiment, rather than a noble luster.

From afar, they gaze at the sacred island.

The island is covered with patches of golden yellow.

Alka can’t help but smile at the sight of this golden yellow.

This golden yellow is all too familiar to him.

It is what he has seen before, once very familiar.

Golden Wheat.

Yet the direction they are in now seems to be the backside of the island.

Though the island is flat, it has some gentle elevations in the mountain peaks, enough to obscure the view of its front.

Finally, they arrive at the island’s periphery.

Watching those pilgrim ships circumnavigate to the left of the backside.

That should be closer to the harbor.

Alka and his companions also begin to circle slowly.

Deliberately slowing down their ship.

In front of them are vast fields of golden wheat.

”Are all these Golden Wheat?” Chadite, not very knowledgeable, asks Alka as he watches.

Because she recalls Alka’s hometown is Golden Wheat Island, a Home Island of the Holy Mother.

Alka nods.

”That’s right, these are all Golden Wheat, but I didn’t expect to see them here.”

Matilda looks at these wheat on the island, carefully examining them, then says, ”These plants are different, although their appearance is the same as what you’ve seen, their essence is a kind of... ancient peculiar creation, absorbing the Holy Light.”