Thud!
Once the Atrean-style boat rushed straight onto the beach, it seed to have fulfilled its mission and beca no different from an ordinary small sailboat.
Aiven, sowhat unwilling, searched the boat repeatedly, and only after confirming there was nothing unusual, did he reluctantly abandon it and leap onto the shore.
He glanced around.
The calm sea, the dead silent wind, and the desert that seed to have been completely drained of its last drop of moisture.
The sand and rocks forming the desert in front of him appeared particularly coarse, possibly due to their lack of any external abrasion. Aiven could even feel their uneven edges through the hard soles of his boots.
There was no doubt that this was an extrely hostile barren region unwelcoming to life.
Flap, flap—
Before deploying troops, intelligence cos first. Aiven imdiately sent out the Seagulls, and once in their Spirit Body form, they were unaffected by the environnt.
Afterward.
Without needing to use any witchcraft, the sharp Spiritual Sense of a "Vitalist School" wizard had already allowed Aiven to perceive that here, not to ntion animals, plants, or insects, even mosses that are almost omnipresent in most environnts of the Material World were utterly absent.
Under normal circumstances, even in deserts considered life-prohibited zones in the Material World, they wouldn't be this barren. At least in the desert soil crust, there would exist algae, bacteria, fungi, lichens, and mosses, which are lower organisms.
Mosses, in particular, are an essential component of the stabilized desert soil crust, forming the largest biomass group of the crust, with strong drought and cold resistance, having a powerful ability to reproduce in harsh environnts.
Additionally, most moss plants can secrete acidic substances, which slowly dissolve rock surfaces, accelerating rock weathering that eventually forms soil, paving the way for other plant growth.
If mosses existed here, it would be impossible for the place to be as it appears now.
Aiven looked up at the sky. Although sunlight poured through, it seed to be veiled by an indescribable shadow, surrounded by a grey-white halo.
It made one feel undeniably gloomy.
"Though the physical paraters are consistent, it seems this place is no longer the Material World."
Mumbling with a sullen face, Aiven was startled to find that his voice rapidly diminished, barely carrying a few ters before it vanished.
He imdiately took a deep breath.
"Ah—!"
As expected, even shouting with all his might made no difference.
At this mont.
Thud! Thud! Thud!...
In fact, humans' ears are adapted to low-noise environnts. Complete silence, instead, makes people uncomfortable.
Yet, in this environnt, Aiven could only hear the powerful beating of his demon-like strong heart, the subtle creaks of his bones, and even the sound of blood flowing through his veins.
Although the desert appeared vast and boundless, Aiven felt as if he were trapped within a confined small room constructed out of sound-absorbing material.
Oppression, irritability, anxiety, and solitude grew increasingly unbearable, nearly driving him to madly escape this place.
Whoosh—
Aiven abruptly turned around.
Only to find that the small boat that had brought him here had, at so unknown point, quietly vanished.
Looking at the green, opaque water, calm as a mirror, he decided not to dive underwater for now to see what might lie beneath.
Taking a deep breath.
"Calm down! Calm down! Don't panic!"
This situation of power without a place to deploy was more unbearable than suddenly being thrown into a nest of Evil Spirits or Demons. It had only been a few short minutes on the beach, yet Aiven already felt such distress that it was as if he was about to spit blood.
Especially since Angie wasn't by his side, a deep-seated anxiety brewed within, leaving him breathless.
"Inhale—exhale—"
Pinching his forehead, he struggled to calm his breathing, even sinking into a semi-ditative state to clear most of his chaotic thoughts, analyzing his current predicant.
He still rembered the encounter with High-Rank Totem Gods, being sucked into a suddenly appearing "Black Hole" with Angie, and then opening his eyes to find himself here.
"Black Eagle? A high God with the shape of an eagle head and human body? That must be the renowned 'Death God' Wuhao of the New Continent!"
Although it was but a fleeting glimpse when he turned back, he had seen who had attacked him.
"Given the deathly characteristics here, along with that 'Mountain Eagle Song' used to mourn ancestors and relatives, isn't this likely the Atrean belief's hell—'Mit'?"
The mont Aiven realized he had reached hell, his heart began pounding wildly.
"Am I…dead? No!"
Clenching his fist, with the massive power of a Tier 3 "Branded Swordsman" integrating seamlessly internal and external within him.
In the understanding of wizards, death is commonly perceived in two phases, the death of the body and the dissolution of the soul.
Neither of these applied to him; it was rely his complete self arriving in an otherworldly dinsion known as "hell."
Having been in the New Continent for a long ti, even his roots had grown there. Aiven was already familiar with many Atrean legends.
Honestly, 'Death God' Wuhao, as an ancient deity of the New Continent, was a well-known figure even among the Nimanite People.
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