Bone Dragon's Nest

Dusk was drawing near. The sun began to sink slowly westward, like a bashful young maiden who still wanted the creatures of the Wasteland to take one more look, scattering its final rays of sunlight.

Faint light fell upon the Humpback Eagle's golden feathers. Like miraculous alchemy, it rippled with layers of golden waves, as though turning the Humpback Eagle into a lump of gold. Yet it was only an appearance. The sun still could not resist time's magic and sank beneath the mountains, while the Humpback Eagle gradually became ordinary-looking again, like an oversized hen.

Leaning against the railing, Li Ziran felt the heat current carried by the Elemental Tide strike the Humpback Eagle's barrier. After a light filtering, it absorbed the Water Element radiated by the Water Magic Stone, leaving only a faint, refreshing coolness when it brushed against his face.

Without question, this was a luxurious enjoyment on the Wasteland. Yet Li Ziran had no mind to enjoy such luxury now.

Looking up, he saw countless corpses piled into ravines and mountains, like an endless great rift torn open across the land.

This was the first time he had truly seen the full extent of Corpse Mountain. It was so enormous that it exceeded the range of his sight, like a great serpent reaching for the heavens as it silently coiled across the Wasteland, curling together to form a small circular pit at its center.

It resembled a volcano crater whose center had collapsed, while the corpses around its edges seemed to have erupted from that enormous mouth.

It was far larger than Li Ziran had imagined. Everything he had encountered before was merely the foremost portion of this Corpse Mountain.

"Are we not going to the Mage Tower?" Li Ziran asked Rhine, who was steering the