Netherworld.
Having pushed her Breath Concealment and Stealth Talent to its utmost limit, the Fire Dragon Girl looked around.
It was quiet, deathly still. She could not see where the underworld was. In her haste to flee disaster, she had passed through the barrier between the Three Realms and entered the Netherworld without bothering to pinpoint her destination. She had no idea where she had landed. It was bitterly cold, thick with Yin Energy, and the gray murk overhead made it impossible to tell east from west. Carefully searching through her Inheritance Memory, she found knowledge about the Netherworld and gained a basic understanding. Her current location did not seem dangerous, but to be safe, she decided to change places before crossing back into the Primordial Main World.
Her dragon tail swayed, accidentally stirring the air and sending dust flying.
She waved a hand, fanning the dust farther away.
Closing her eyes, she spun in circles, then stopped after choosing a direction. Opening her eyes, she lifted her feet from the ground and drifted forward.
She did not like the Netherworld. There were no ores to mine, and after traveling for half a day, she had not found anything valuable along the way. Not being able to make money was a terrible thing. Without money, she could not build a lavish, exquisite Dragon Palace. Without a Dragon Palace, there was no happiness. Owning her own Dragon Palace was the first step toward reaching the pinnacle of dragon life.
As she drifted along, she suddenly caught a thick stench of rotting corpses.
The Fire Dragon Girl stopped and surveyed her surroundings, her gaze piercing through obstructions as she carefully scanned the area. To her surprise, she saw many Malevolent Entities and Anomalous Objects gathering nearby.
"..."
The girl found it a