Yet lying in his chair and looking up at the sky, he could still see clouds in all their varied forms, the heavens like a painting.
So the sky over Black Soil could be this beautiful too.
The [Rock Dragon]'s steps were steady and light.
As a demigod-class dragon species—and a Rock Type dragon, at that—if it could not even eliminate the sound of its movements, that would be the real problem.
Though its body was enormous, its four limbs moved with the silent grace of a cat. Not only did it make no sound, but it did not tremble in the slightest.
The only issue was that the ground it passed over became flat, like a road.
Setting out from the western gate of [Magic Guidance City] and gradually venturing deeper into Black Soil, a road slowly stretched onward, bit by bit disappearing into the distance.
About two or three hours after leaving [Magic Guidance City], Dark Demon, reclining in his chair, felt a long-forgotten drowsiness.
If one thought of nothing and did nothing, sleepiness would naturally arise.
But there were not actually that many people capable of thinking of nothing at all.
In childhood, one's parents bore the sky on their shoulders, allowing one to sleep peacefully.
But once people grew up, troubles came one after another. Unless they were so exhausted that their brains shut down, the thoughts in their minds would only keep piling up.
However, Dark could use [Meditation Art] to clear and reset his mental cache.
At last, he drifted off amid a hazy, dreamlike state. When he woke, it was already one thirty in the afternoon.
Upon opening his eyes, Dark realized it was time for lunch. He took out his map, checked it, then looked around for several distinctive landmarks and determined