Hearing these warnings, Dole paid them no mind and directly flew west at tremendous speed.
Before long, he crossed the Western Highlands.
Beyond the Western Highlands lay a wasteland of desert and Gobi, and as far as the eye could see, the world was covered in gray and yellow.
There were some patches of greenery as well, but they were very small.
The creatures here were generally strange—those that were powerful were truly powerful, while the weak were truly weak.
Dole flew all the way without encountering anything that tried to stop him.
The elemental concentration here was too low for any powerful creatures to be born.
As he flew onward, he saw only one towering mountain range, where lush green grass spread everywhere and life thrived, with magical elements extraordinarily dense.
Most importantly, there was a group of dragons there. That was Dragon Mountain, territory controlled by the dragon race.
The moment he caught sight of Dragon Mountain, an incomparably domineering will sounded in his ears. "Dole of the human race, what are you doing?"
Dole did not see the dragon and could only respond along the other party's mental force.
"I'm going to the West Rainbow Continent."
The aura of that will receded somewhat and became relatively calm. "Wizard Dole, adjust your flight path. Shift one and a half degrees to the left and fly straight ahead. You will reach the easternmost point of the West Rainbow Continent. That is the greatest nation on the West Rainbow Continent, the commercial empire occupied by the Gisel people—the Gisel Kingdom."
Dole glanced at Dragon Mountain from afar. At that moment, mist rose from the mountain range, shrouding half of it, while a dense dragon aura surfaced in the sky, faintly keeping watch against him.
Dole found it rather amusing. Since