Purple Plane!

"When did this Plane appear?"

Merlin and Maya exchanged a glance. Just now, they had both been engrossed in fighting each other and had not noticed at all that a drifting Plane had appeared.

In the Void Realm, Planes were generally fixed in place. Only some powerful beings could use certain means to move a Plane or make it travel, like the Land of Glory, which had been sealed by the three Supreme Arcane Mages and was constantly on the move.

However, making a Plane drift aimlessly required at least a Titled Legend, and even Titled Legends found it extremely taxing.

What was more, Merlin and Maya both sensed an unusual aura from the Purple Plane, one that involuntarily plunged them into an inexplicable sorrow.

"Rock Clan?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes slightly. Within the Purple Plane, he saw figures from the Rock Clan. The relationship between the Rock Clan and Spellcaster civilization was hardly good now; after all, they had only just fought a civilization war.

"There's something strange about this Plane. Let's stop fighting for now."

Maya spoke with a solemn expression. In truth, there was no deep hatred between him and Merlin. They had merely been fighting over the Golden Light Clan's living space.

To Spellcaster civilization, a Plane was nothing much, but to the Golden Light Clan, it was exceedingly important—one of their foundations. Now that Maya saw Merlin had become a Titled Legend, he knew it was no longer possible to seize Merlin's Plane. He might as well try this Purple Plane instead.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Merlin did not answer directly, but his actions plainly conveyed his thoughts. He flew straight toward the Purple Plane.

Two figures swiftly flew into the Purple Plane. Once inside, the sorrow they felt in their hearts grew ever stronger.

"Ditas, what