Garen smiled at Muba.
"It's been two hundred years. How have you been, Muba?"
"My lord, there's no need to worry about me. I'm very comfortable cultivating here."
Muba replied deferentially.
"Mm. Has any God-level powerhouse come out of here in the past two hundred years?"
"No. Only a few at the peak of the Saint Realm. I've already ordered them to leave the Yulan Continent."
Muba said with a smile.
"Good. Keep watch here. I'm going to the Gabad Plane Prison."
With that, Garen flew up to the top of the cave. Looking at the center of the array left behind after the Violetblood Soft Sword had been pulled out, he couldn't help being drawn to the Magic Array.
Even with Garen's current soul strength, the Magic Array still seemed unfathomably profound.
But after observing it for a while, a few ideas began to form in his mind. After thinking it over, however, he simply entered the array and disappeared from the cave.
"Everyone else tries to get out, but Garen went in instead? Is there something good in the Gabad Plane Prison?"
Muba was baffled.
When he came to a stop again, Garen found himself hovering above a desolate wasteland.
Everything here was gray and hazy. There was no sun in the sky, nor was there a moon.
Scattered across the ground, he could make out the bones of humans and magical beasts.
Garen spread his divine sense. Everywhere it reached, he found that there was nowhere on this continent where ordinary people could survive.
The continent was made up of deserts, rocky wastelands, muddy swamps, and freezing lands.
Apart from those regions, everywhere else was gray soil and stone, without a single bright color. As his divine sense swept across them, Garen felt oppressed, as if he