Chapter 345

Hummm—hummm—hummm—

Amidst the continuous phase-transfer sounds, one after another figure appeared in the air about five hundred meters high.

As soon as the figures appeared, they immediately applied Levitation Spell to themselves and slowly descended to the ground.

It was Luosen leading the lost plane expedition team.

First appeared the mortal saints, then two powerful subordinate gods, and finally Luosen, Adela, and Beilu Dandi.

The group lined up in the sky and floated down to the ground one by one.

Adela then gave the whole team a detailed introduction to the ground situation.

"Below is the Silver Sand Plain, a vast desert covering over 2 million square kilometers, and also one of the safest phase-transfer points in the entire lost plane."

"The magical field on the plain is a normal eleventh-level field, its power fairly stable. Although it's still much stronger than the fluctuations of a normal plane, it certainly does not threaten life safety."

"The plain lacks water and food; occasionally there are wandering war puppets, or annoying sandstorms, and the day-night temperature difference is huge, but it's already much better than other places."

While speaking, everyone landed on the ground one after another.

Luosen, while listening to Adela's introduction, squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand.

This sand is not entirely ordinary gravel; it contains many silver fragments; after a quick spectral spell detection, it turned out to be powder of various metal oxides.

He stood up, then opened Laifu's void vision to look, discovering that the lost plane was shrouded in a layer like a storm of irregular soul mist, directly suppressing the void vision from a radius of 800 kilometers down to over 100 kilometers.

Occasionally when the storm intensifies, it can even suppress it to less than ten kilometers.

In short, how far one can see depends entirely on luck.

Adela's voice came again: "Be sure to note, although the lost plane is desolate, life still exists there."

"Because the survival environment is harsh, these lives' temperaments and strength are often very formidable."

Luosen felt moved upon hearing: "Are there people?"

"Yes."

Adela nodded: "Although far less prosperous than a normal plane, there are still many mortal gathering points."

"Of course, these mortals basically have no relation to the lost plane's powerful ancient civilization."

"Some of them are survivors of the ancient civilization; some are descendants of traveling mages from other planes."

"Their gathering points are mostly very crude, supplies extremely scarce, practically like slums."

"Precisely because of this, they are very greedy and love to rob outsiders."

"But never underestimate them!"

"Because of the harsh survival environment and unstable magical field, their souls are very strong, not weaker than ours, and they also master some unique survival and hunting skills; one careless move and we could become prey to the local inhabitants."

Luosen was very curious: "Just how strong are they, then?"

Adela's face was very solemn: "As far as I know, there are many legendary powerhouses; not only are their souls strong, they are also very tenacious, with extremely strong resistance to soul attacks."

"Perhaps their individual combat power is not as good as yours and mine, but they excel at combined combat and possess many artifacts."

Luosen startled: "Artifacts?"

That's pretty formidable.

Adela explained: "To be precise, they are artifact fragments with partial functionality, after all this is the lost plane, right?"

Luosen understood: they are a group of strong individuals who survived the harsh environment through natural selection, and they also fully utilize the lost plane's native advantages.

"Legendary powerhouses alone aren't scary, but when they have artifacts, they definitely cannot be underestimated."

He secretly felt fortunate to have become ironclad allies with Adela.

"If we were still in that state of mutual suspicion as before, entering this creepy place now would make the risk absolutely an order of magnitude higher than now."

Cross-plane phase transfer requires consuming a large amount of power.

There were 41 people present, all of whom greatly expended mana, with the highest even losing seventy percent.

Normally, phase transfer brings about a weakness period of roughly ten to several hours, which is also the most dangerous time.

Even if the team is led by a void god possessing faith power, it can only slightly shorten the weakness time.

Because the void god's acquired faith power is actually not much, and cannot be stored, while the faith power used in cross-plane transmission suffers huge loss.

But Luosen's expedition team, led by a true god, naturally does not have this problem.

The Super Solar Heart provides power, which through the endogenous magical field converts into magical field power, thus continuously supplying strength to the team members.

When the life saints began meditating to restore power, Luosen said to the several gods with divine bodies: "All unfold your magical fields, let our magical fields unite as one."

While speaking, he unfolded an endogenous magical field with a radius of 8 meters.

Legendary 18 Adela also unfolded a magical field with a radius of 6.5 meters.

Beilu Dandi's was a bit under five meters, while the Dream Lord Neli was over four meters, and the Forest Lord Perry was under four meters.

The five endogenous magical fields linked together, covering the 36 life saints within.

At the same time, Luosen activated the Super Solar Heart, fiercely supplying power to the magical field.

The result was that not only did the several gods' power increase linearly, but the life saints' meditation efficiency also surged more than tenfold.

The original weakness period of roughly ten to several hours was forcibly shortened to less than one hour.

After about half an hour, everyone's mana was fully restored, each feeling vigorous and energetic.

Luosen looked at Adela: "Dear, how should we proceed next?" Adela looked up at the sun and said: "The Gate of Creation is located north of the Silver Sand Plain, about 1500 kilometers from us."

"Along the way there are many very dangerous areas; we know nothing about the northern magical field's climate. For safety, we must travel all the way."

Having determined the direction, she led the way northward.

"About 300 kilometers to the north there is an oasis city called Silver Light City, which is our first destination."

"There we can obtain various supplies and also gather information about other expedition teams."

While speaking, she pointed to a thin white cloud layer to the west and said: "Look at that cloud; although it seems insignificant now, it could at any moment intensify into a terrible storm, so we must hurry."

Luosen and the others naturally followed quickly.

After walking a stretch, they saw Adela never using any support spells, not even a cooling spell, only holding a wet towel around her head.

He couldn't help asking: "Are there any casting restrictions?"

Adela nodded.

"Yes, unless necessary, don't lightly use spells, especially not dispersive attack spells, because they might attract mage hunters."

She added: "This is an ancient war puppet, specialized in hunting mages, a terrifying mage killer."

Seeing her words turn the saints' faces pale, Adela laughed: "Don't worry, mage hunters are few now; I'm doing this just as a precaution."

Luosen also imitated Adela, wrapping a towel around his head and face, then quickly walked a few steps to her side.

"What specific terrifying methods do mage hunters have?"

"They have strong spell immunity, because they can distort the magic ring and use the ring walls to produce an extraordinarily sturdy high-energy shield."

"Anti-interference short-range phase shift, also called flash."

"Finally, there is the spellbreaker blade."

"This is a terrifying spellbreaker divine artifact that can cut through all pure spell shields like cutting water; only elemental shields can barely resist."

Luosen sucked in a breath: "This really is quite formidable."

Adela solemnly corrected: "It's not just somewhat formidable; it's a mage's nightmare!"

"Two thousand years ago, these things once spread across the entire lost plane; only in the last thousand years have their numbers gradually declined, but they still cannot be underestimated."

She then turned to the saints behind her and said: "Stay close, don't fall behind. Remember to follow my footprints; don't blaze your own trail!"

After saying that, she also explained to Luosen.

"Much quicksand is as soft as water; stepping on it makes you sink, a natural trap."

"Some quicksand are hunting traps set by desert creatures, like deadly sand snakes, poisonous lizards, giant scorpions; a bite means you must amputate immediately."

Luosen lifted a hand to fan himself: "This really is a godforsaken place; I should have shaved my head first."

Wearing a thick head of black hair in the desert is truly too hot.

Adela smiled: "Your Majesty, bear with it."

"Believe me, conditions elsewhere are worse than here, even ten times worse."

Thereafter, the expedition team went all out, daring not to be the slightest bit careless.

Adela indeed had rich experience, and the team was well prepared, so although they encountered some mishaps along the way, they suffered no casualties.

Traveling through quicksand was hard; the team's advance was slow, and by the time the sun began to set, they had covered less than thirty kilometers.

Adela shouted: "Let's stop here for today."

"Find high ground to set up cold‑proof tents, arrange the tents in a circle. Don't go low to avoid the wind, or the quicksand could bury you outright."

Everyone did as instructed.

While pitching the tents, Luosen felt the heat quickly receding and anticipated that nighttime temperatures might be very low.

"Dear, how low will it go?"

"Low enough for water to freeze mid‑drop."

Luosen curled his lips and asked again: "At this speed, will we make it to the Gate of Creation in time?"

"Don't worry, there's plenty of time—there's still one and a half months left."

While speaking, Adela took out some special fuel from her pack, dug a sand pit in the middle of the tent cluster, and lit a faint red campfire.

"Alchemical fire oil—it burns very long; one kilogram can last a whole night, making our evenings much more comfortable."

She then returned to Luosen's earlier question: "Your Majesty, we don't need to reach the Gate of Creation itself; getting within 200 kilometers is enough."

"When the Gate of Creation opens, it will blast an immensely powerful pillar of light into the sky, and also hurl all kinds of divine artifacts high up, which then scatter across hundreds of kilometers of ground."

"There may be conflict, but luck is also very important."

Luosen understood.

He felt a bit hungry, so he took out his dry rations to fill his stomach.

But before he had taken two bites, he suddenly spotted a moving black mass on the distant sand, accompanied by a hurried "shasha" footstep sound.

Adela also saw it and quickly concluded: "They are sand lizard knights."

She added: "They're just sand bandits, but don't rush to fight—let me talk to them first."

(End of chapter)