After staying in the Tri-River region for a while,

Jano spent his days exploring the surrounding area with Dio Reinhardt as his companion.

Little Tortoise, on the other hand, was very interested in training the professionals of the Reinhardt tribe.

He greatly enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher.

A month later,

Jano left the Reinhardt tribe with Little Tortoise. Clan Chief Dio Reinhardt led all the Reinhardt family members out of the city to see Jano off.

Others did not understand the Reinhardt tribe chief's intention, but Jano guessed it somewhat.

Besides truly worshipping Jano as their bloodline ancestor, Dio also wanted the world to know that the human Reinhardt tribe had close ties with the Winged and were borrowing the Winged’s influence.

The Reinhardt family’s position among the humans was no longer as prominent as it once was.

Next, Jano continued westward.

He arrived at the small hill of the former Bolake Territory.

This place had changed drastically.

The once lush and tall osmanthus tree was long gone. Due to long periods of neglect, the place was overgrown with weeds, and Fiona's and Reinhardt’s tombstones were tilted and half-buried in the soil.

In just a few centuries, the place had become desolate.

The former human city had become ruins, with wild beasts roaming and forests appearing. Everything had changed.

After the humans left, the goblins who went north rebuilt a goblin city south of Bolake City, but due to the frequent incursions of the Northern Steppe Court, it was not large.

On the small hill,

Jano re-erected the two tombstones, wiped the dust off them, stood there until sunset, and then left.

Afterward, he no longer traveled further west within the Ferland continent but turned east.

He would fly directly from there to the Finordon continent.

Flying and stopping along the way, enjoying the scenery of the continent, he arrived at the east coast of the Ferland continent.

This coast was north of the Winged’s east coast and had a much colder climate.

He crossed the sea here, flying towards the Finordon continent.

The Ferland continent and the Finordon continent were separated by a vast ocean, almost the east-west distance of the Ferland continent itself.

Jano, carrying Little Tortoise, flew leisurely for half a month, traversing gales and rainstorms, finally arriving at the Finordon continent.

As soon as he set foot on the coast of the Finordon continent, he felt a completely different atmosphere from Ferland. The temperature here was slightly higher than Ferland’s, with a humid feel.

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And most directly, Jano sensed several powerful auras in the forest ahead.

Full of wildness and power, clearly extraordinary magical beasts!

He flew over the forest, covering a long stretch of sky. The trees here were quite tall and sturdy, and densely packed.

This forest not only had the several powerful magical beasts he sensed earlier but also many magical beasts of all sizes.

If Jano hadn't had sharp eyes and occasionally spotted traces of intelligent races in the corners of the forest, he might have thought this was a continent of magical beasts.

Following these traces of intelligent race activity, Jano continued flying forward.

It was not until a large mountain range appeared ahead, and the magical beasts gradually became sparse, that he found a sparsely populated intelligent race tribe at the foot of the mountain range.

This tribe had about two hundred members. They had heads like jackals, their heads stretched far forward, with long hair on the back of their necks. They were strongly built with well-developed limbs, looking utterly savage.

Jano descended from the sky and landed in the tribe. His powerful aura pressed down on the Gnolls like a storm, and without regard for their feelings, he directly asked.

“Do you know of a Troll clan that crossed the sea more than a thousand years ago?”

The Gnolls, after hearing Jano's words, looked bewildered and tremblingly said.

“Great one, what Trolls? We do not know.”

Jano frowned, scaring the group of Gnolls into kneeling on the ground immediately.

Little Tortoise, standing on Jano’s shoulder, covered his mouth and snickered.

“Besides you, what other races and tribes are nearby?”

“Great one, the most powerful race nearby is the Treefolk tribe in the Edith Great Forest.”

“Alright.”

Jano’s frown relaxed, and he once again spread his wings and took to the sky.

And Little Tortoise, on his shoulder, threw something down to the Gnoll tribe.

Flying in the air, Jano curiously asked him.

“What did you give them?”

“Hahaha, Boss, a piece of my old shed shell!”

Little Tortoise scratched his head and laughed.

“What did you give them that for?”

“Boss, this is the first race we’ve seen since arriving on Finordon. It’s a souvenir, and also a matter of fate. I gave them the shell; maybe in the future, these guys can evolve civilization and their own professional pathways!”

“Back then, the Eagle’s Nest Peak tribe was also a small tribe of two hundred!”

At the foot of the mountains,

An old Gnoll shaman held the turtle shell that seemed to flicker with purple lightning with great joy, raised his hands, and loudly cheered.

“The power of the extraordinary!”

Later, this Gnoll tribe really developed.

…

The Edith Great Forest.

In the center of the forest was a grove of trees half again as tall as ordinary trees.

Looking from afar, it looked as if a circular area of mutated trees had suddenly appeared in the forest, like a fault line.

All of them were oaks!

The vast aura of life, like an ocean, permeated this land where the oaks grew.

When Jano flew over the long mountain range and arrived here, this was what he felt.

At the center of this grove, on the trunk of a giant oak that was a thousand meters tall and several dozen meters thicker than other trees, a face and a pair of eyes suddenly appeared.

He looked towards the sky where Jano was and frowned.

“The one detested by the world!”

At the same time the thousand-meter oak opened its eyes, Jano also sensed his aura.

A powerful demigod, no weaker than Charybdis, the Sea Mother of the deep sea, perhaps even stronger!

No, certainly stronger.

Jano remembered a powerful chief god he had seen in the previous life's expansion pack, the Father of Oaks, which seemed very similar to the giant tree before him!

His eyes narrowed, and the platinum moon in the sky suddenly shone, and a vast and boundless majestic aura rose, as if suppressing the entire forest sea!

Countless oak trees immediately revealed treant faces, trembling under Jano's aura.

Looking at the treants surrounding him like a forest, and then at Jano, who was alone, the old face on the thousand-meter giant tree twitched, then took a deep breath, and showed a friendly smile.

“Traveler from afar, I am Silvanus, the Father of Oaks, welcome to the Edith Great Forest. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Hehehe.”

Jano couldn't help but laugh, causing the Father of Oaks' aged face to darken.

Fortunately, Jano quickly became serious and laughed.

“I have come searching for a Troll tribe that crossed the sea more than a thousand years ago.”

At present, he was not confident in defeating this Father of Oaks within the forest.