Stone Mama was a little delighted, and a little gleeful at his misfortune.
Had Zhang the Great really kicked the bucket just like that?
No, no, impossible. He had survived Unreality Disorder, so why couldn't he survive the strong rules of a few Transcendents?
But with Unreality Disorder, Gourd had helped share the fire. Although she couldn't fight, her soul power was thousands upon thousands of times greater than Zhang Ming's. Her health bar really was long enough.
This time, Zhang Ming could only rely on his own strength to tough it out, and that really wasn't so easy. His soul was only that of a relatively powerful Transcendent.
Gourd fell silent for a moment, then added, [The second option: since Zhong Shan dropped us here, he probably had a special purpose in mind.]
[This world is very special. Mind-based powers are suppressed to a certain degree.]
[Perhaps there's a way to help heal his injuries. We simply haven't found out what it is yet.]
[Zhang Ming's last words were "bury me in the soil." I don't know what he meant... perhaps we need to find a continent and bury him.]
"That makes sense. A powerhouse like Zhong Shan, who's close to the Immortal level, must have noticed Zhang Ming's severe injuries and deliberately sent him here!"
"Little White, hmm? Little White?"
"Awoo!"
At that moment, Little White was cheering on the mast. It had actually spotted an immensely vast continent.
Hope had arrived!
Withered yellow peaks floated in midair. Across the sallow earth, insects' thin, intermittent cries echoed through the late autumn's withered weeds.
A sparse drizzle began falling from the sky. Bone-piercing frost swept in from every direction, and as the temperature slowly dropped, Little White instinctively felt somewhat uncomfortable.
It was winter here.
Yet it couldn't