Green stood in desolate silence, mute and rigid.
Green could endure ten years, a hundred years of slumber. But measured in millennia, passing through one slumber after another—he could not do it!
Thus, he emerged from the guarded matrix hidden beneath the Time Rift deep underground in Bone Land and came to the surface. Gazing over the boundless, empty Bone Land, he sighed.
Compared with the Penetrating Gate, this place was far too empty and lonely.
"Wizard World..."
An inexpressible longing filled his heart.
He had been away from the Wizard World for far too long. So long that the actual years Green had lived now exceeded those of some ancient wizards. After this War of Civilization, it would not be wrong to call Green an archaic wizard.
"Without any higher pursuit, unable even to sleep... this irritable feeling that makes one want to destroy oneself—I wonder whether it is a biological instinct, or one of the digestion rules of the Dimensional Esophagus itself..."
Pacing along, Green walked through the Hope Coffin Gathering Place.
With Green's powerful biological fluctuations, so long as he released ripples capable of affecting the fog rules of the Dimensional Esophagus, he could rather easily draw over cracks in the Dimensional Esophagus Sealing Art every few years. Even without sacrificial summoning, it counted as a touch of color in life, allowing him to glimpse the splendor of the Endless World and enrich his experience.
And so time passed. Green became a wandering Coffin Ascender, or rather, a Coffin Ascender who remained awake all year round.
A thousand years later.
More than three hundred exiles once again gathered from every direction according to the rules of the Hope Coffin Gathering Place, eager to witness the strength of the Coffin Ascenders and undertake the Coffin Ascension challenge.