Nemo Point.
Wang Ye stood quietly in mid-air, surrounded by a vast ocean, and no matter which direction he looked, he could only see an endless expanse of sea.
Within a two-thousand-kilometer radius, not even a small island could be found.
Standing here.
All you can see is the boundless seawater.
All you can hear is the roar of the waves.
All you can feel is the ultimate sense of solitude.
Now the closest thing to Wang Ye is the satellite at the edge of space.
He stood on the sea surface, slowly raised his head, and looked at the low-orbit satellite closest to him. At this moment, Wang Ye's gaze met the dozens of officers and scientists in front of the screen. His gaze was like a sharp blade, penetrating thousands of kilometers, stabbing directly into their hearts.
A scientist hesitantly said, "Does he know that we're watching him?"
"It feels... possible."
"With his strength, he should be able to predict such things."
"I even suspect he wanted us to see him on purpose."
