Golden Titan

A Level 3 wizard's travel speed was naturally beyond anything comparable to his days as a Level 1 wizard.

In half a month, Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird carried Green to the coordinates where the Wizard World's space fortress had once descended upon this world. The relics of that old expedition battlefield remained, corpses and bones piled everywhere. Countless Wizard World slave monsters and Amonro bodies lay tangled together in heaps, their white bones stretching boundlessly into the distance, telling of the magnificent and tragic war that had taken place in this world thousands of years ago.

Of course, to the Wizard World, this brutal world war had merely been one among countless worlds targeted by its expeditions—a small world in some remote corner, no different from any other small world.

A canyon ravine abruptly split the earth apart, severing an entire mountain range down the middle. This was clearly not a canyon shaped by the natural evolution of rules, but a war relic left by a single blast from the Wizard World's Origin Space Fortress all those years ago. It had since been branded into this world's land, becoming an eternal memory.

After observing from the sky for a while, Green pointed in one direction. "Over there."

The glaring sun scorched the earth, heat waves rising and billowing. Only the small area Green pointed toward was covered in dark clouds, casting down a broad expanse of shadow.

"Baye's being roasted alive, Young Master. Give me some more ice."

Little Eight stuck out his tongue like a dog and spoke weakly. Green glanced at him, then shook the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff. The ice block floating above Little Eight's head began freezing again.

Flap, flap, flap, flap...

Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird spread its wings and soared according to Green's memories. Only after entering