A hundred years later.
This was still Green's first time leaving the bounds of his own territory. Behind him was *** Medusa, following a nimble, swift black spider across the vast Rift of Time toward the Nether Spider King's territory.
Along the way, he occasionally sensed several lurking exiles, waiting for the Gate of Penetration to open so they might luckily pick up a few World Heart Fragments. That was all.
Yet, as a wondrous place within the Dimensional Esophagus where illusory worlds rarely exerted their influence, although exiles were densely gathered here and predators hunted from time to time, at least they would not die in despair from the sudden, inexplicable descent of an illusory world's rules.
"Hm?"
Upon reaching the edge of the Nether Spider King's territory, Green sensed something. His tri-colored light eyes gazed into the distance, where an elemental monster seemingly entwined in countless slender strands of kelp stood. Its entire body radiated an aura of withering. With every step it took, the withering aura left behind upon the Bone Land lingered for a long while. Its five-meter-tall body seemed to sense him, and a will swept toward Green.
"Master, this is a predator that advanced within the past few centuries. It came from outside and is called the Withered Low Whisperer."
Having been specifically instructed by Green, Medusa had also grown accustomed to addressing him as Master.
Green nodded. This elemental creature was not weak. Moreover, the parasitic kelp radiated a savage aura and seemed to share a symbiotic relationship with this withered elemental creature. It was somewhat similar to a wizard's symbiotic insects, soul companions, and Abyssal Wyverns.
"I understand. I'll go pay it a visit. You can return."
Green waved his hand, indicating that Medusa could leave.
"Yes."
Medusa turned around, her blue-red