1361 1361. Splitting

Noah flew quickly. Tunnels and areas filled with flames went by until he reached his target.

A dark-red landmass soon appeared in his vision. It was as big as the piece of Immortal Lands fallen in the lower world, and a yellowish halo surrounded it as it floated among the sea of flames.

The landmass had plains, forests, and mountains. Countless magical beasts had taken it as its home. That region was one of the spectacles that only the Immortal Lands could offer. No material in the lower plane could survive a similar environment.

Lightning bolts fell from the tallest mountain situated at the eastern edge of the landmass. The inheritance of the rank 8 expert was at its summit, and it continuously generated sparks that ran through the entire region and transformed its matter.

The flames alone couldn't give birth to that place on their own. Only the clash between two elements with similar power could create something so spectacular.