The South Lake Plesiosaur's skeleton gave Du Ke quite a shock. Summer in the Fantasy World was simply too terrifying. Even such a colossal creature had found it hard to escape. One could only imagine how many magical beasts and wild animals those bones they had encountered along the way represented—cooked to death, dehydrated to death, burned to death by the sun.
"But!"
"There must be places that aren't this hot. Otherwise, the Fantasy World could never have produced such magnificent life." Magical beasts like the South Lake Plesiosaur, Behemoths, and Stegosaurus Lizards could not possibly grow so large in only half a year. Not to mention dragons comparable in size to a Boeing 747.
Even if one spring in the Fantasy World was equivalent to three to five years on Earth, creatures that large could not have grown.
"Mass migrations take place across Africa every year. Does that mean the creatures of the Fantasy World also migrate on a massive scale, moving from the Southern Hemisphere to the Northern Hemisphere, then from the Northern Hemisphere back to the Southern Hemisphere, repeating the cycle endlessly?"
Those that migrated too slowly were roasted to death by the overlapping suns.
"Perhaps."
Du Ke did not linger for long. He got back on the Mountain Motorcycle and continued onward. Since setting out from Earth Valley, he had probably traveled more than a hundred kilometers south. It had been noon when he first crossed over, but now the sun was already slanting westward, close to setting. Yet the temperature remained extremely high. The thermometer read 97°C, barely any cooler than before. The South River wound back and forth rather than running in a straight line.
After following the bone-strewn riverbed for another dozen or so kilometers and rounding a hill, his view suddenly opened