Over the next half day, Lynn changed teleportation routes dozens of times.
From the central station to the outer stations, then to the border stations, each transfer took him farther from the Bone Spire, and his surroundings grew increasingly unfamiliar.
At the final station, he stood on a suspended platform. Endless void stretched beneath it, while a few dark red pinpoints in the distance looked like suns that had died long ago.
Once he reached the border, the Chaos Dragon emerged from the void and hovered docilely beside Lynn.
It lowered its head to look at him, a deep rumble rising from its throat.
"Let's go." Lynn swung himself onto the dragon's back.
The Chaos Dragon beat its wings and plunged into the void.
For the next eight days, Lynn spent most of his time meditating on the dragon's back.
Whenever he woke, he occasionally checked on the Stigma World's development.
That little world's coordinates lay far off in the void, with no trace of other planes nearby, like a pebble forgotten in a corner.
In the early hours of the eighth day, after the Chaos Dragon passed through a gray-white nebula, Lynn finally saw the little world.
It hung in the void, a size smaller than the Goblin World.
A pale green halo enveloped its surface, thin as a newly formed eggshell.
The world barrier flickered around its outer edges. Cracks occasionally flashed across it, then closed on their own.
The barrier had no real defensive mechanisms, nor any warning patterns actively released by the world will.
Clearly, this world will was still a newborn "rookie" with little experience.
It was so new that it had yet to sort out even its own rules.
The Chaos Dragon flew up to the barrier. Lynn did not stop. He raised his