Seven days later, near the northern border of the Wildlands, hundreds of thousands of people gathered, forming a line like a coastline, not daring to step beyond the boundary.

It was Lu Chen's first time realizing just how many native inhabitants the Wildlands had.

"Lone Madman, are you ready?" The Saintess, acting as the representative, was responsible for communicating with Lu Chen. Today, he seemed a bit nervous.

Lu Chen turned to look at the 200 eight-star Alchemists waiting nearby, who were currently bidding farewell to their families.