Those who reincarnate must die.

To make a long story short, the two who had successfully obtained the map flew back to the temple. This time, Sister Jane had learned from experience and tied her hair up beforehand, but once they arrived, the hair tie couldn't withstand the wind pressure, and her curly hair became even more tangled.

"Damn it, I'll have to get it permed again when we get back to the main world!"

Sister Zhen cursed, touching her messy, bird's nest-like head.

"It's okay, Sister Zhen. Your hairstyle has a unique wild beauty."

Wang Defa immediately came over to help the captain fix his hair, and his attitude was quite attentive.

Sister Zhen flirted with him for a while, then remembered her business and hurriedly emptied a pile of atlases from her storage items, saying to the High Priest, "I don't know which one is correct, so I've included all the ones for that area according to the year you mentioned."

The high priest bent down and rummaged through the pages, quickly finding an old map book. He opened the yellowed pages, and the first few pages were maps of the major provinces of the empire, while the last few pages showed the desolate wilderness areas surrounding the empire where no human activity existed.

They quickly turned to the nautical chart, and after carefully comparing it, the high priest unfolded one of the pages: "This is it!"

Everyone turned to look, and saw that the description was a map of the empire's east coast, but the outline and scale were quite exaggerated, with a few islands scattered sparsely in the East China Sea.

Which one is it?

"Neither..." The high priest shook his head: "This is a general map of the overseas regions. The smallest islands you can see on this map are hundreds of kilometers in size. The isolated island I was talking about that was destroyed was only a few kilometers long and can't be seen on this map at all."

"Then why are you flipping through this?" the reincarnators asked, displeased.

"To determine the general location," the priest said, picking up another atlas, "we need a general map to find the corresponding nautical chart. Right now, the island is located in a vast ocean with no landmarks. How can you determine its location?"

As he spoke, he opened an ancient nautical chart and found the corresponding one on the general map. This one only recorded a small area on the general map, but it looked extremely detailed when magnified. The empty sea area on the general map was now dotted with more than a dozen islands of varying sizes on this precise nautical chart.

At this moment, the high priest took out a brand new atlas, which was kept in the temple. The temple was located on the eastern coast of the continent and also kept nautical charts, but they were all the latest versions.

He turned to the corresponding page on the temple's nautical chart, and by comparing the old and new versions, he quickly found the lost island.

It was a small island shaped like a comma. According to the nautical chart, it was only a little over seven kilometers long at its longest and only five kilometers wide at its widest point, making it quite inconspicuous on the vast sea.

The reincarnators discovered that although the island had disappeared on the new version of the sea chart, a sea monster icon had appeared near its location.

"What does this mean?" Wang Defa asked, pointing to a large, menacing octopus on the nautical chart.

"Oh, this is Otval, its name taken from the local language of fishermen by the sea, meaning 'Master of the Deep Sea Abyss.' This is a super sea monster that has appeared in the last hundred years, constantly threatening sea routes. The Empire once organized a naval fleet to subdue this monster, but ultimately returned defeated, even losing a powerful legendary mage!"

The temple priest frowned as he spoke, "Huh? I hadn't even noticed until you pointed it out, but the area where Otval was active has always been near the missing island. Is there some connection between them?"

"It doesn't matter what kind of contact it is..." Zhang Lang's gaze swept over several maps, memorizing the specific locations: "It won't stop me from finding the entrance to the other dimension."

After saying this, he walked out of the temple, took off into the air, and disappeared into the eastern horizon.

A moment later, Zhang Lang arrived at the location he remembered. The surrounding area was a vast ocean, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

However, as the force of the collapse spread out, Zhang Lang sensed an unusual spatial fluctuation.

It seems he guessed correctly; the alternate dimension where the sea creatures and wind elves hid still had entrances and exits in this world. After all, retreating was only a temporary measure; the two races were certainly unwilling to be defeated by humans so easily and were still planning to return to the human world one day to launch a counterattack.

Based on his sense of the collapsing energy, Zhang Lang slowly descended and soon arrived at the place where the spatial anomalies were the strongest.

Just as he was trying to tear open the spatial rift, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared on the seabed, followed by a thick tentacle that burst out of the waves and instantly wrapped around Zhang Lang!

These tentacles were enormous, almost like a train emerging vertically from the sea. Zhang Lang was not so much entangled as he was completely enveloped, and he was rolled up so fast that he disappeared from sight.

However, the tentacles that were wrapped around Zhang Lang did not retract to the seabed. Judging from the twitching muscles on the tentacles, it was clear that it wanted to drag its prey into the sea. But the movement looked as if it was not grabbing its prey, but rather a nail stuck in mid-air. No matter how hard it tried to pull it left and right, it could not be dragged even an inch.

Suddenly, the tentacle expanded rapidly, then exploded into countless pieces of flesh, which scattered onto the sea surface, turning the seawater a purplish-red color.

The explosion caused the dark shadow on the seabed to writhe wildly, and the surrounding sea also surged with waves. Soon, the dark shadow on the seabed grew larger and larger, and finally with a splash, a huge monster emerged from the water!

Otwal's true form resembles a mutated giant octopus. Its enormous head is like a small mountain, and its dozens of thick, long tentacles swing like dozens of trains on the sea surface. Each tentacle is covered with rows of millstone-sized suckers, and within each sucker, one can see a ring of sharp spikes. It makes no doubt that once you are entangled by this thing, even if you manage to break free, you will suffer a severe injury.

Faced with this colossal monster capable of annihilating a naval fleet, Zhang Lang remained completely calm. He simply raised his hand, and the monster's enormous body rose up, instantly leaving the surface of the sea. The monster was so massive that the surrounding seawater surged in to fill the void left by his departure, even forming a gigantic whirlpool!

Having left the familiar seawater, the enormous monster seemed somewhat panicked, struggling desperately in mid-air, its dozens of tentacles flailing wildly, and even emitting strange cries.

"I see..." Zhang Lang nodded as he looked at the monster. "You are not a naturally formed creature. You are a monster created by sea creatures and wind spirits from another world to guard the passage to that other world. Your mission for the past hundred years has been to protect this sea area and prevent humans from approaching..."

Zhang Lang didn't understand the monster's language, but his superior wood attribute allowed him to sense the monster's emotions. While the monster was afraid, it also had a sense of worry and mission, which was clearly not just a simple biological instinct.

"Unfortunately, I must see your master today!"

As he spoke, Zhang Lang waved his hand, and the space in front of him distorted. As if sensing something, Otwal struggled even more fiercely, but ultimately it could not stop what was about to happen.

With a faint tearing sound, a spatial rift began to form in front of Zhang Lang.