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It's as if Stephen was watching the others, and the others were watching him as well.

As Taling 1 slowly scanned, Stephen collected a small amount of specific data about the planet. Tarling 1 is currently starved of energy, and its scanning power has been reduced back to its initial level, forcing Stephen to find a way to regain its energy in the future.

This world is a bit peculiar.

First of all, it seems that all people have some degree of psionic energy.

Psionic energy is a very peculiar power, and it is called by many names, and it is widely known as 'ghost' in the astral plane. This is a power that is theoretically accessible to all, but it all presupposes having a strong mind. Not all psionic powers can be used in battle, and Stephen also has good psionic powers, but it is difficult for him to cast spells with psionic energy, and maybe he can test it again when Quetzalcoatl's divine power is completely fused with him.

A lot of weak psionic abilities are a type of secondary ability.

The most common are mind focus, self-hypnosis, psionic insight, etc., which are actually very simple auxiliary psionic abilities that can strengthen a person's inner abilities.

A true psionic spellcaster requires a vast base of energy, that is, the ability to interfere with reality with the mind.

Stephen felt the aura of psionic energy on almost everyone, but all of them were very weak, that is, there was no way to cast spells at all, and they could only obtain a little passive ability blessing in psionic energy through practice. This trait generally appears on the astral races, and only creatures active in the astral realm are born with psionic powers, and the specific reason will have to wait for Stephen to analyze later.

And then.

The most troublesome point is that Stephen discovers that this world seems to be a [Barren Magic Area], and is gradually transforming into a [Depleted Magic Area].

[Barren Magic Area] means that the power of the elements is very rare, and it is possible that the passages of the four elemental planes have been blocked by ancient evil objects. On the entire planet, the difficulty of the wizard's spell will increase by 50%, the power of the spell will be reduced by 50%, and the casting of any spell will require a high concentration judgment, otherwise the spell may fail due to the barrenness of the external elemental energy. In such an environment, it is almost impossible to give birth to new wizards on the entire planet, and even the number of other spellcasters will be greatly reduced, and Stephen reckons that this may be due to the death star devouring the life force of the first moon.

This is a dying planet!

If you come here as a spellcaster from the Arcane Empire, I'm afraid half of the whole person will be destroyed, but the aboriginal wizards are slightly better, because they use their inner power when they cast spells, and they devour elemental energy into their bodies to cast spells.

But in the environment of this planet, the speed at which they recover their mana will also drop by more than half.

The entire planet is on the verge of collapse, and if it becomes a [Depleted Magic Zone] further, then the environment of the String Moon will be irreversibly altered.

"No wonder I'm recovering so slowly!" said Stephen to himself.

The ecology of the Quarter Moon has basically collapsed, and the regular flora and fauna are almost invisible on this planet, and those who can survive are terrible deformed mutants, some of whom are more difficult to deal with than monsters. On the way, they came across a huge vulture, with wings about seven or eight meters outstretched, strange sarcomas and tentacles between the feathers on its body, and bird pecks and claws that looked as sharp as metal. It was supposed to be the overlord of the sky at one time, but now it survives by hunting the Crimson Eye, and the massive consumption of monsters has caused an irrepressible reversal of its body, inducing the mutation of demons more completely.

Many times, the creatures that survive on this planet will be more terrifying than monsters!

"It's almost there!"

There was a sudden cheer from the team, and then everyone picked up their pace.

Stephen feels the wind!

Active wind elementals roamed around him, but they didn't fly too far, they were sheltered here by some kind of force, and the extremely hot aura was much less.

"It's finally back!"

"It's better to be at home, it's hot outside!"

When they saw a canyon in the distance, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, many people's bodies had undergone a slight change, and their closed pores had dilated a little, which was something that could only be done by cultivating the physical body to a certain extent. On the way, Stephen also saw some other teams, and they would greet each other and ask about their casualties. Each team has a number of camelmons, and these big guys are called camelmons, a hybrid subspecies of earth dragons. Their biggest advantage is that they can eat and drink enough to support them for about half a month.

"I feel the breath of Quetzalcoatl!" Stephen suddenly looked into the distance in surprise.

The entrance to the canyon is small.

The sand and gravel outside were dark red, dried flesh, and there were countless bones beside it, some of which were unbelievably large, and it was unknown what kind of monster had attacked this place.

A fortified city wall with a height of more than 30 meters appeared in front of you.

The walls, made entirely of obsidian, were dark red, and blood had seeped into the deepest depths.

The walls are guarded by heavily armed men, including a number of half-giants, the Viku, descendants of giants and humans, remnants of the bitter lands of the North. Now that their home has long been devoured by the Ancients, the survivors have migrated here with the Abbey.

The Viku people are very recognizable.

They look somewhat similar to the Normans, with very thick and burly limbs, and a height of about two meters two, but the width can reach more than one meter two.

These are some mighty warriors!

Occasionally, you can see the traces of elves, but they have long lost the grace and calmness that they rumored, and they can only see fatigue and wind and frost in these elves, like lonely walkers who have been wandering for a long time.

They maintain what little pride they have with indifference and tenacity.

After the group entered the Wind Spirit Canyon, they felt a gentle breeze blowing, taking away the heat and exhaustion on their bodies.

It's an oasis in a canyon!

Stephen could see the large number of low shacks on the periphery, and strange buildings in the distance, and in the center there was a huge circular platform suspended in the center, in which a pale golden Quetzalcoatl was sleeping with its wings outstretched, and his divine power was constantly emanating, and the power of the wind enveloped the entire canyon.

"Hagi-san!"

"Hagi-sama!"

"Little sister is back......"

Along the way, there were people bowing to the girl, always responding with a gentle smile, and the rest of the group looked proud, occasionally cutting off a piece of sandworm's flesh and handing it to the ragged civilian next to her. A large group of pale children surrounded the girl, and the girl smiled and touched their heads, and then put some food into the children's little hands.

Stephen had been watching all this in amazement.

He had seen a lot of emotions from these people along the way, but only one of them was missing.

That emotion is called [Despair]!

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