The years pass quietly in the hourglass of time, day after day of time is as silent as quicksand at the fingertips, only one fresh life after another, in the silent and anxious days of time, constantly living their own lives.

Everyone has their own lives, and Vanessa and Olivia have their own lives.

Twelve years have passed since Sean's departure, and there is no more information about the people who participated in the final battle.

Sargeras no longer appears in the land of Azeroth, Naruture's brilliance is not even perceptible to the other Naru, and as for Medivan's final appearance, naturally no one will know.

The people of Azeroth remember Shaun the most.

It's been so long since that battle, and no one knows why Sean didn't answer Azeroth and didn't return to Lost Isle.

Whether he lives or dies, no one knows.

Many believe that he had died in that battle, along with the Void Maharaja who had avatared with the help of the Titan's body.

It is also believed that Sean was exiled to other universes during that battle and never returned.

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

The only thing that is certain is that for twelve years, Sean has not returned, and the Void Lord has really returned to the void again, unable to appear in the physical world, and a catastrophe of the universe has disappeared.

What is remembered, what is forgotten, what is not known, what is understood, what is remembered, what is hated, everything.

And so many years have passed.

The Isle of the Lost returns to Azeroth every twelve years, just as it did many years ago when it returned to Pandaria every five years.

The reason why it is twelve years is said to be because Sean is very fond of the number "twelve".

I don't know how many times this has passed.

The old men of Azeroth are dying, and some of the newcomers have heard of Sean's deeds and rumors from the old men, while others have never heard of them at all.

Stories become epics, epics become legends, legends become myths, and myths slowly erase traces in the passage of time.

Most of the Wawang's generation died, and even the long-lived dwarves have grown old, only the Night Elves, the High Elves, and those who have achieved legends will remember from time to time that there was once a man named Sean who saved the whole world.

Every twelve years, 25 followers meet on Lost Island.

These followers have become some of the most powerful people in the universe, and most of them are now patrons, rulers, or the most powerful guardians of Azeroth.

However, these Guardians rarely appear in front of the people of Azeroth, and their existence seems to have become a myth, and they only appear to help Azeroth in times of danger, not even once in a hundred years.

Because Azeroth now has its own power, and everyone is a guardian.

Every time they meet on the Isle of Lost Traces, the followers will talk about the thrilling battles of the past, and eventually fall silent.

They all want to know what happened to their former master, Sean.

Nobody knows.

Even Vanessa and Olivia don't know.

The Turtle God Mako is getting bigger and bigger, and after hundreds of years, it has become an astral continent, floating in the starry sky, where tens of billions of lives have been bred and bred, and it has also begun to have its own writing and civilization.

In these lives, there are races that open up wisdom, and there are many different parts in their racial mythology, but there are also some parts that are the same.

For example, in the mythology of most races, there will be a deity named "Vanessa" and a deity named "Olivia".

Sometimes, of course, there is a creation god named "Sean", but the language is unknown, because no one has ever seen the creation god, so that some people start to wonder if the creation god is just a fictional mythological character.

But slowly, there will be some heroes who will be born in the name of "Sean", "Vanessa", "Olivia", or as their descendants, walking on the land of Lost Island.

They named the Lost Island the Lost Continent because they never reached the end of the continent in their entire lives.

So myths become legends, legends become epics, epics become stories, and stories become vivid characters.

Occasionally, one or two legendary characters will emerge who can leave the world of Lost Island and come to the Star Plane, and then see the full picture of Lost Island and be shocked.

A very few of them sometimes encounter the awakening of Gentome God Mako, and they have the audacity to communicate with God Mako, only to know that those legends are not just legends, and myths are not just myths.

I don't know how long it has been.

Until one day, a major earthquake suddenly struck the Lost Island.

The legends were stunned, because there had never been an earthquake of this magnitude in the Lost Island, and it seemed as if the whole world was about to topple.

They hurriedly tried to contact Gengui Kamiko, but found that Kamiko's soul was extremely excited and could not be contacted at all.

However, in the next moment, a god-like force blew through like a breeze, and the island regained its calm.

The legends found that all the scars on the ground were restored as if an earthquake had never happened.

They thought it was a miracle of Gengui Kamiko, so they hurriedly tried to contact Kamiko.

However, they soon discovered that the true son of God had lost his soul.

What they don't know is that the two goddesses who have been legends on Lost Island, Vanessa and Olivia, have also left this world.

Somewhere in the universe.

On a turtle the size of a house, three people stood.

A young man, two young women.

The man holds a staff inlaid with a statue of a raven in his hand and has a faint smile on his face.

One woman looked at the man quietly, and the other was a younger woman, taking the man's hand and asking, "Brother Sean, how was the outcome of that battle?" Has the showdown between you and Sargeras begun? ”

The man smiled, touched the woman's blonde hair, and then said lightly, "Vanessa, that's a long story." Over the years, on the other side of the universe, I have met a very special continent and met some very special people, and that is the most glorious world of magical civilization. I'm going to show you there. If you want to hear about my experience over the years, then let's talk as we go. ”

Vanessa raised her head and said, "Brother Sean, what is the name of which continent?" ”

Sean blinked, as if remembering something, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

"Continent of the Gods."