The teleportation ended, and the sensation of weightlessness receded like a tide.
He felt solid ground beneath his feet.
Along with it came dry air with an indescribable mixture of rust, dust, and some pungent odor.
A Lan frowned slightly, then spoke:
"Fate Throat, I'm here."
"Understood."
Far away on Dream Island, Fate Throat immediately began dismantling the array.
This was to ensure Dream Island's safety.
The Inscribed History Race's combat strength was far beyond what the Player Faction could currently contend with.
Leaving the Teleportation Array intact might allow the Inscribed History Race to follow the Spatial Passage into the Azure Star Sea, potentially dealing Dream Island a devastating blow.
Although the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce would not disappear because of this destructive operation and could soon rebuild in a new region.
All its infrastructure would have to be rebuilt from scratch, which would undoubtedly be troublesome.
It would waste a great deal of time and effort.
The safest approach was to dismantle the Teleportation Array after successfully arriving, severing this spatial connection.
As for how to return, as a player, he never needed to face that sort of problem.
Soul Return to Emperor Zhao was the homecoming awaiting every wanderer.
As the silver light before him faded completely, A Lan raised his head and surveyed his surroundings.
An endless expanse of murky yellow filled his vision.
As far as he could see stretched a vast, desolate, reddish-brown landscape.
Cracks spread to the limits of his vision like the patterns of dry riverbeds.
Less than a hundred meters ahead, an enormous shadow abruptly entered his sight.
It was a massive warship, overturned and broken into several sections.
Its hull had long been covered in thick reddish-brown dust, and most of it was buried beneath windblown sand, leaving only