The teleportation ended, and the sensation of weightlessness receded like a tide.
The feeling of solid ground beneath his feet returned.
At the same time, a dry, indescribable air surged over him, mixed with the smells of rust, dust, and some pungent odor.
A Lan frowned slightly before speaking:
"Life Throat, I've arrived."
"Understood."
Far away on Dream Island, Life Throat decisively began dismantling the array.
This was to ensure Dream Island's safety.
The combat strength of the Inscription History Clan was far beyond what the current Player Camp could withstand.
As long as the Teleportation Array remained, the Inscription History Clan might descend upon the Azure Star Sea Area through the spatial passage, potentially dealing a devastating blow to Dream Island. Although the Gold Coin Merchant Association would not disappear because of this destruction and could soon rebuild in a new region,
all the infrastructure would have to be started over from scratch, which would undoubtedly be troublesome.
It would waste a great deal of time and energy.
The safest course was to dismantle the Teleportation Array after successfully arriving, severing this spatial connection.
As for how to return, players had never needed to face such problems.
Returning one's soul to Di Zhao was the destination of every wanderer.
The silver light before him faded away, and A Lan raised his head to survey the surroundings.
His field of vision was replaced by boundless dusky yellow.
As far as the eye could see lay a vast and desolate red-brown land.
Cracks like the patterns of dried riverbeds spread all the way to the horizon.
Less than a hundred meters ahead, a massive shadow suddenly entered his sight.
It was a colossal warship that had capsized and broken into several sections.
The hull had long been covered by thick red-brown