The beam of light shot up from beneath the snowfield, piercing the sky.
Linley stepped in and felt the world spin. He was surrounded by violent Spatial Turbulence, with colorful fragments streaking past like meteors. Each fragment was enough to tear apart the body of a Saint Realm expert. He gripped the Purple Blood Soft Sword tightly, using Wind Divine Power to protect his entire body, refusing to retreat an inch despite the turbulence tearing at him.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly my eyes were filled with light.
An indescribable heaviness pressed in from all directions.
Linley opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The sky was gray. The earth was gray. The distant mountains, the wasteland, the clouds—everything was gray. There was no sun, no moon, only a layer of pale gray light seeping down from the depths of the sky, illuminating the entire world in a lifeless color.
That heaviness was gravity. The gravity of this world was many times greater than that of the Yulan Continent. Linley, a Wind Element Lowgod, felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and even taking off became difficult.
" Gebados." Linley slowly uttered these three words, looking up at the gray sky.
He had heard Beirut mention that the Gebados Plane was a subsidiary plane of the Yulan Plane, which was later transformed into a prison specifically for those Saint Realm and Deity Level powerhouses who had committed heinous crimes. The space here was locked by the plane barrier, and once you entered, it was like falling into a cage, from which it was difficult to escape.
For a radius of millions of miles, all was desolate.
Linley looked around. All he could see were jagged rocks, a dried-up riverbed, cracked earth, and a wind blowing from who-knows-where, carrying a heavy, bloody stench. The wind howled, whipping up sand and gravel that stung his face like knives. A faint, mournful wail seemed to be carried in the wind, as if countless wronged souls lingered in this dead land.
The ground beneath their feet was scorched black, cracked like a tortoise shell, each fissure seemingly bottomless. Occasionally, a few withered grasses would sprout from the cracks in the rocks, gray and lifeless. In the distance, several bare stone mountains stood like tombstones, their walls riddled with ravines cleaved by divine power.
"Boss." Bebe lifted her head from his shoulder, her little nose twitched a few times, and suddenly sneezed, "The elements here are frighteningly thin. There's also a smell of rust and rotting flesh mixed together."
Linley also noticed this. The elemental concentration in this world was less than 30% of that on the Yulan Continent. Cultivating here was more than ten times slower than in Yulan.
"The prison dimension truly lives up to its reputation," Linley muttered.
Just as he was about to continue forward, suddenly, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble violently.
Rumble--
A crack several tens of feet long suddenly split open beneath his feet. Immediately afterwards, a gaping maw shot up from the ground and lunged straight at Linley.
It was a giant, crimson-black python, its body covered in rock-like scales, spewing foul-smelling poisonous mist from its mouth, and its vertical pupils filled with savagery and hunger.
"A ferocious beast from the Saint Realm." Linley frowned.
He didn't even draw his sword; he simply formed a sword shape with his fingers and made a light slash.
A cyan wind blade swept past silently. The giant python, which had been pouncing in mid-air, suddenly froze. The next moment, it was neatly sliced in two from head to tail. Foul-smelling blood rained down on the wasteland.
Bebe leaped off Linley's shoulder, landed on the ground, sniffed, and took two steps back in disgust. "It's a local beast of Gebados, not even worthy of being Saint Realm, only fit to be food."
" Gebados, it's definitely not a safe place." Linley stared at the giant python's corpse, a hint of seriousness flashing in his eyes.
He knew this was just the beginning. The truly terrifying things in this prison dimension were yet to come.
Sure enough, he was stopped less than a hundred miles away.
They were five ragged humanoid beings, led by a one-eyed giant whose aura had reached the level of Lowgod. The other four were all at the Peak Saint Realm. They appeared out of nowhere and surrounded Linley like ghosts.
"Newcomer?" The one-eyed giant sized Linley up and down, his single eye filled with greed. "Hand over all your divine Divine Spark, artifacts, and Magic Crystal Core. I might leave you with a whole corpse."
Linley stopped, his gaze sweeping over the five men, and said calmly, "What if I don't hand it over?"
"Not going to pay?" The one-eyed man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Then I'll come and get it myself!"
Before he finished speaking, a large, ghost-headed sword in his hand, carrying a dark aura, slashed down. The other four also used their own methods to rush in from all directions.
Linley snorted coldly, and finally drew his Purple Blood Soft Sword.
The sword's cry sounded like a dragon's roar, lingering for a long time.
One sword.
Just one sword strike.
The five men froze on the spot before they could even see how Linley drew his sword. The next moment, five heads flew up and fell down almost simultaneously.
" Lowgod dares to stop me?" Linley sheathed his sword, his tone calm.
Bebe perched on his shoulder and wagged its tail. "Boss, your sword strike was much sharper than before. These blind fools aren't even worthy of letting you warm up."
Linley didn't reply, only staring at the gray wasteland ahead.
The five headless corpses lay silently on the ground, their dark red blood slowly seeping into the scorched earth. A gust of wind carried the stench of blood further, and in the distance, several pairs of green eyes seemed to be watching from the shadows, but none dared to approach.
Linley didn't look at it for long and turned to continue south.
After walking for about half an hour, the sky grew increasingly dark. The pale gray light gradually faded, as if this world was reluctant to bestow even the last bit of light. Fog rose over the wasteland, the gray mist flowing along the ground, enveloping the strange rocks and withered bones in a hazy veil.
Bebe suddenly sat up straight, her little ears perked up. "Boss, there's something in the fog."
Linley had already noticed. His mental energy spread outwards like a tide, but it was like hitting a soft wall, weakened layer by layer by the mist. This gray mist of Gebados could actually block mental detection.
"It's the Ghost Mist unique to Gebados," Bebe whispered. "The inherited memories say that this mist only appears at nightfall, and it harbors ' Bone-Devouring Insect ' that feed on rotting corpses. If an ordinary Saint Realm member accidentally enters, they will be devoured to the bone in no time."
Linley frowned. Although he wasn't afraid of the Bone-Devouring Insect, he didn't want to linger in the fog.
Just as I was about to speed up, my legs suddenly gave way.
He looked down and saw that the ground beneath his feet had somehow turned into a soft swamp, with gray-black silt slowly wriggling, as if countless tiny creatures were churning beneath it.
"Boss, let's go!" Bebe said urgently.
Without further hesitation, Linley used his Wind Divine Power to lift his body, transforming into a streak of Azure Light as he sped away along the ground, instantly bursting out of the gray mist and swamp.
Looking back, the gray fog had already closed in behind, swallowing up the path they had come from.
Linley's heart sank slightly. This Gebados was fraught with danger; a single misstep could mean certain death.
The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is a perilous place. He has already tasted the first bite of this law of Gebados.