A certain medium-sized plane.
Within one of its worlds.
This was a world structure composed of multiple vast continents.
Its total surface area was roughly comparable to that of an ordinary Red Giant Star.
Its gravity was approximately three hundred times that of a non-magical non-supernatural power normal version Earth.
Beyond that.
Its other fundamental conditions likewise differed in all sorts of ways.
As a world possessing Supernatural Power and immortals.
Its overall style.
Leaned more toward the Cultivation System—or perhaps the Fantasy System.
There were countless Sect Factions and Family Factions, rising and being replaced generation after generation.
Experts from every walk of life dared to conquer the world with nothing but their fists.
As for all sorts of fitting supplementary elements.
Demons, ghosts, immortals...
Not a single one was absent.
They would emerge from time to time to wreak havoc.
At this moment.
Upon a desolate plain.
A group rode fine-blooded dragon horses, braving the wildly howling astral winds as they pressed onward with their heads lowered.
If they had not been strong enough.
Those violently blowing astral winds alone would have ground every inch of their flesh and bone into powder.
And, incidentally, worn away their souls as well, leaving them dead in body and scattered in spirit.
As they continued onward with their heads lowered.
After an unknown amount of time had passed.
"Does this godforsaken place really have treasure?"
Feeling the hardship of the journey and recalling the teammates who had died along the way without even leaving whole corpses behind.
Another fellow could not help voicing that same old question.
It was both a form of self-doubt and a challenge directed at the leader.
Hearing that nonsense he had explained more than once already, the leader dearly wanted to backhand the man across the