Ladder Mountain lay buried beneath glaciers, and the sky had sunk into a long silence.
On one side was Green, utterly shaken by the dimensional power of Green's Fairy Tales.
Of course, this so-called dimensional realm was merely the kind of dimensional power as defined by Green's own will and concepts. Green represented only one among countless wizards exploring dimensional power; it was not an exact definition within the wizard knowledge system.
Yet after casting this sorcery and fully witnessing the form of the power he had explored, Green fell into a state of clarity. Strands of Wisdom Light arose from the depths of his soul, transforming into founts of inspiration that flashed away in an instant and poured into his thoughts. When Green emerged from his daze once more, he felt indescribably refreshed and lucid.
Though he feared that he was seeking an unknown path no one had ever explored before, with no idea what absurd and terrifying phenomena might arise in the future, Green also affirmed the path he had chosen.
This road... had a future of its own.
On the other side was Green's disciple, An Tuximo.
Having accompanied his mentor on Ladder Mountain for several decades, An Tuximo had, on the one hand, plundered the wealth and foundations of the many divine kingdoms there, steadily building his reserves. He had listened to his mentor's earnest teachings and broadened his experience and knowledge. On the other hand, he had encountered the destruction of the Camouflage Ice-Rain World.
From the perspective of the Endless World, the cycle of worlds being born and destroyed occurred at every moment. Yet the birth and destruction of a single world often took millions, even tens of millions, of years. For any life, that span was simply too long. Even World Lords and