Jin An lightly treaded on the waves, as if the seawater beneath his feet was aiding him.
He had been silently following Bask Jot's pirate ship for days, maintaining a perfect distance to avoid detection while keeping the target in sight.
The sea breeze blew through his hair, his eyes focused and calm, like a raptor locked onto its prey.
Ahead, the outline of an island gradually appeared.
Jin An slowed his pace, squinting as he observed the increasingly clear terrain.
This island was covered in yellow sand and jagged rocks, so barren that it was almost devoid of life.
Even so, it exuded an undeniable aura of awe.
White Earth Island—Baltigo.
The name rolled around in his mind, stirring up a faint memory.
"White Earth Island, Baltigo."
He murmured softly, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips.
Jin An was no stranger to this island.
In the anime, it was the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army, the origin of the organization that led countless people to liberation.
But now, the Revolutionary Army was absent from this world, replaced by another mysterious organization—the 'Holy Salvation Society'.
"Interesting."
A faint sense of confusion and curiosity welled up in Jin An's heart.
Two completely different organizations had independently chosen the same island as their base.
Was this a meeting of the minds between great figures, or was some kind of corrective force at work in the shadows of this world?
He had no way of knowing, but that didn't stop him from anticipating the unknown that lay ahead.
Standing on the sea not far from the island, Jin An quietly gazed ahead, his mind filled with thoughts.
He had to admit that the island's geographical location was indeed advantageous, surrounded by the sea on all sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Such a location was undoubtedly an ideal choice for an organization seeking expansion.
However, he was more curious about who the leader of this 'Holy Salvation Society' was.
A leader who could attract so many fanatics and strong individuals must not be underestimated.
"What kind of person is it?"
A trace of excitement ignited in Jin An's heart.
His gaze pierced through the yellow sand and jagged rocks, as if he had already seen the mysterious existence hidden deep within the island.
Bask Jot's ship slowly approached the shore, and Jin An restrained his aura, quietly following behind.
His movements were light and silent, as if he had merged with the sea breeze, not attracting anyone's attention.
The seawater beneath his feet remained still as a mirror under his control, and his shadow was barely perceptible in the sunlight.
"It seems that this organization is more than just an ordinary gathering place," Jin An thought to himself.
His intuition told him that this operation might lead him to an old acquaintance, and that old acquaintance might be closely related to the future of this world.
Jin An raised his head and looked into the depths of the island, where the answer he had been searching for seemed to be hidden.
As soon as he set foot on the land of Baltigo Island, he immediately felt the sand mixed in the wind ruthlessly beating against his face.
The island's climate was harsh, with wind and sand raging, as if trying to drive away intruders.
The people on the island were already accustomed to this kind of weather, their headdresses and robes tightly wrapped around their bodies, revealing only their eyes, carefully resisting the invasion of the gale.
Despite the harsh environment, Jin An noticed that there were an unusually large number of people on the island, with pedestrians visible in almost every corner.
What concerned him even more was that these people seemed to have the same behavior—they would stop from time to time and look towards the center of the island, their eyes revealing a strange piety.
That gaze seemed to carry an unspeakable reverence, as if some kind of faith was hidden there.
"It can't be a cult..." Jin An couldn't help but feel a trace of suspicion in his heart.
He knew very little about the so-called "Holy Salvation Society" to begin with, and the scene before him made him feel that this organization was not simple.
With such thoughts in mind, he ignored the surrounding pedestrians and quickly concealed his presence, reducing his presence to a minimum.
He cautiously followed behind Bask Jot, his footsteps light and silent, like a wisp of smoke drifting in the wind.
As they gradually approached the center of the island, Jin An felt the atmosphere around him become more and more solemn.
Those devout gazes also gathered more and more frequently from all directions, which made him have to be more careful.
The central area of the island seemed to hide some kind of mysterious power, attracting everyone's attention.
Jin An's gaze penetrated through layers of wind and sand, trying to glimpse deeper secrets.
He felt the vigilance in his heart gradually increase, and his intuition told him that the center of this area was hiding something unknown, and this was the key to his trip.
"What exactly is here?" he thought to himself, his eyes sharply scanning his surroundings.
Although he had prepared himself to face all possibilities, the scene before him still made him feel uneasy.
Unknown forces and hidden dangers were intertwined into a dense net on this barren island, waiting for those who dared to explore to step into it.
Jin An followed closely behind Bask Jot, continuing to advance towards the central area of the island.
He could feel the unusual pressure in the air, as if the entire island was under the control of some kind of force.
The doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger, but at the same time, he was full of anticipation for the unknown.
No matter what secrets were hidden here, he was determined to find out.
As the distance shortened, Jin An vaguely felt an undeniable mysterious aura, as if silently summoning him to move forward.
And he, in such a call, was approaching the truth hidden in the wind and sand step by step.
In the wind and sand ravaged environment of Baltigo Island, a gaze quietly locked onto Jin An's location.
Those were eyes as sharp as an eagle's, the light in his eyes revealing a profound meaning.
Baloric Redfield stood quietly beside a towering rock, staring at Jin An, who was not far away, concealing his figure and moving forward.
Although the other party's whereabouts were deliberately concealed, he still keenly noticed the anomaly.
"Interesting, there are people in this world who can block my Observation Haki."
Redfield whispered to himself, his voice with a hint of surprise and interest.
He thought he had seen through everything in the world, and it was difficult for anything to attract his attention.
However, Jin An, who appeared in his sight at this moment, made him feel a long-lost interest in his heart.
Redfield had been living in seclusion on this island for a long time, and he knew everything about this "Holy Salvation Society" like the back of his hand.
However, he had never had the slightest interest in their ambitions and actions.
For someone like him, everything in the world seemed to have lost its appeal.
He chose to stay here just to pass the time and occasionally find some fun.
However, the Jin An in front of him made him feel unusual.
A person who can avoid his Observation Haki detection is extremely rare in his long years.
Redfield was not in a hurry to reveal Jin An's identity, but chose to wait and see what this mysterious intruder intended to do.
"It seems that today's boring time has finally become a little fun." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Instead of continuing to wander alone boringly, it is better to follow this person who interests him and see what will happen next.
Redfield's footsteps were light, like a ghost in the night, silently following behind Jin An.
His movements were extremely secretive, and even the surrounding violent wind and sand failed to notice his existence.
As he gradually approached, his interest in Jin An grew stronger.
This was not only because the other party could block his Observation Haki, but also because Jin An's aura revealed a power that he could not ignore, a power that made him feel a long-lost challenge.
