Scipio Langdon's shadow led them to a new world.
"Braydon, beyond this world lies the center of the Dark Yellow Thick Earth Alms Bowl," Scipio said.
"Elder Juntenen and I are heading there now. There are no experts in this world. If you're interested, you can explore. If not, you can meet us later."
"My spiritual clone can't take you there directly, so you'll have to go on your own."
As Scipio's shadow gradually faded, Braydon Neal nodded, his gaze sweeping across the new world.
The endless desert stretched out before him, its ochre expanse dominating the landscape. A strong gust of wind whipped through, lifting sand and dust into the air, attacking Braydon like a relentless wave.
He frowned slightly, summoning his power to form a shield around his body, effortlessly blocking the storm. The sand struck the barrier and fell lifelessly to the ground.
Braydon's eyes narrowed in confusion. The sand... it was ordinary sand.
