Neba

The Namekian homeworld, unlike the Namek in the main universe.

My feet tread on this land, and as far as the eye can see, everything is tightly covered by the Crimson and Scarlet Eternal Sky Curtain.

The sky is extremely high, with no clouds drifting. Those colors are more like some spilled thick paint, forming Mottled Color Blocks hanging in the sky, emitting an irritating faint light.

"The radiation here is outrageously high, and the environment is terrible. How did it become like this?"

Bulma lowered her head and tapped the Portable Micro-Terminal on her wrist. The data flickering on the screen was all deep red, indicating extreme danger.

Krillin looked around.

The surface here was a deep brown, even approaching the color of thick ink. The soil felt extremely hard, more like Crystalline Rock that had been repeatedly calcined by ultra-high temperatures and then cooled.

Countless shocking giant ravines and cracks crisscrossed the land.

Some cracks were bottomless, hundreds of meters wide – traces left by tens of thousands of years of war and Destructive Magic.

In the fault zones of these rock layers, occasional veins of ore with a faint green luster could be seen.

These veins did not emit high-intensity radiation; instead, they exuded a very gentle Ancient Magic Power.

There were no birds singing, no fragrant flowers, no patches of green grass.

The only plant that could survive on this scorched earth was one type.

The ancient Hydrangea Tree, also called the Aki Tree.

They were different from the sacred tree in the Hidden Land of Gods that emitted a soft purple light.

The Hydrangea Trees here grew extremely stubbornly, even contorted.

Their trunks were a cold iron-gray, their bark as rough as shriveled dragon scales, covered in naturally formed, complex Dark Magic Patterns.

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