Seventy years later.
Green had no idea how vast this Dimensional Esophagus remnant continent was, what shape it took, or how the time fractures and ever-present dangers prevented the creatures here from flying swiftly to explore it. They could only crawl forward at a snail's pace like lowly lifeforms.
After another seventy years, Green reached the edge of this Bone Land. Ahead lay a dark region without bones, without reference points, where the energy fluid gradually thinned out. There was only the gray rule-fog high above and the Time Storms that could arise at any moment.
Yet the location indicated by Green's Robe of Appearances remained farther ahead, within that endless darkness.
Over those seventy years, it was not as if Green had encountered no dangers. But as his strength continuously grew, and with the Great Thousand World in hand, the dangers that had once threatened him no longer counted as dangers to him. Apart from one fluctuation from an unknown illusory world, nothing else had been worth noting.
Even within this Dimensional Esophagus brimming with peril at every turn, Green's sense of time seemed to be gradually stretching out.
Like those four Coffin Lifters, he merely waited for the battle that came once every thousand years, and for the day he would be completely digested by the Endless World.
Beneath the skeletal remains lay smooth, mirror-like, endless time fractures, stretching all the way to the end of the Dimensional Esophagus and representing the earth of this illusory world.
The sky, meanwhile, was gray mist without end. No matter how long one flew upward, descending took only a brief moment, like illusory rules of low dimensions.
And without the Bone Land to serve as cover, even though Green had already determined that the Hope Light Sovereign's corpse had to be