Without even thinking about it, Diarlando directly brandished the dagger and cut the thin pipe. Then he felt the world around him suddenly turn upside down, as if he had been swept into a huge vortex.

Lever's spiral, twisted figure was the last image he saw, its figure spinning and deforming rapidly. Although Diarlando could see what the other man was saying, he was pulled away too quickly to hear what it was saying.

When Deirrando was awakened by the hot sun, he was convinced that he had lost consciousness for a while, because when he rolled over and sat up, he found himself in the middle of a desert.

The strange seven-round sun shone overhead, casting a relentless heat on the earth. Dearlando felt like a grilled fish on an iron plate, as if he could hear the squeak and smell the enticing aroma of oil.

Breathing became a form of torture, and the hot, dry air passed through the nose to the lungs, bringing a large amount of heat into the body and then carrying out precious water. The nose is unpleasantly dry, and the salt forms needle-like crystals in the nasal cavity due to the heat. He accidentally rubbed his nose and found that the nasal mucosa was scratched, and bright red nosebleeds dripped down his lips and stained his chest.

He immediately imagined wound healing with his will, and the method of division and reorganization of the body that Faelen described was instructive. When he imagined that the wounded and cracked mucous membrane would heal again, the nosebleed gradually stopped.

The sand around him was too hot, and he struggled to get up from the sand in order to reduce contact with it. I put my hand on a pergola to cover my eyes and look around. The light-colored sand sparkled in the sunlight was so dazzling that you couldn't see far even if you squinted. Fortunately, there seemed to be a huge rock not far in front of him, and Dearrando immediately walked in that direction.

As soon as he took a step, he realized that the webs on his feet that had just been made by Lever were still there, and he walked like a duck. The advantage is that it is not easy for him to sink on the soft sand, and the disadvantage is that he feels that the exposed webbing is about to be scalded.

When he walked, half of his body was still scraped with long black thorns just now, and he had to walk aside. While reluctantly pulling out the thorns. Many of the spines are penetrating wounds. But fortunately, after knowing the method, no blood flowed out when the thorns were removed, only small holes were left.

Dearlandor grinned in pain, pulling out one with each other. Use your fingers to squeeze the muscles around you together. This is a spiritual world. The injured body after the wound is closed. Healing begins immediately. He walked all the way to pull out the thorns, and by the time he reached the side of the rock, the wounds on his body had basically been healed.

It's a weathered rock. It looks a bit like a rickety giant. The rock is multi-layered and has a deep and light yellowish brown color. At this moment, under the light of the seven suns, there is only a shadow of a square inch below the rock, but even so, this shadow is precious. Dearlando rushed into the shadows, curled up in a slightly cooler place, and began to examine the red, swollen and scalded soles of his feet.

It works well in the water, but on land, the webs that get in the way have scalded countless blisters, and some have begun to burst. Diarlando took a look at it, and immediately decided to cut off all the parts that had grown out with a dagger. The pain came from under his feet, but he had to use his will to make the wound heal quickly.

The physical mutations caused by Lever are not irreversible, and soon after he tried his best to depict the normal shape of the human foot, the injured toe finally grew back to its original form. He looked at his still webbed hand, this time he didn't cut it with a dagger, but directly corrected it through his strong desire, and sure enough, it didn't take long for the webbing to gradually retract under the skin and become normal.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have cut it!" Diarlando cursed, annoyed at his stupidity. After he gathered up and stopped himself, he looked around again, this was obviously not the life layer of Levell. Not to mention life, Dearlando suspects there is not even water here.

"Damn it...... What the hell is this place? Diarlando struck the rock next to him with his fist, and the fragile rock, which had already been disturbed by the wind and scorching sun, was smashed into a deep pit the size of a bowl, and the sand-like rock chips were swept up by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they drifted into the sky, turning into a part of the endless desert.

The coolness felt on the surface of the body just rushed to the shadow has gradually disappeared, after all, the temperature of this world is too high, far more than the temperature that normal humans can bear. Dearrando felt his head begin to gradually dim, his vision began to blur, and if he could not find a way out, he would probably become a dried corpse in this desert of death, not even knowing where he died.

At this moment, he noticed that he seemed to see something glittering out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked down, he saw an ant covered in silver fluff that was quickly burrowing into the sand under the rock behind him.

When he saw the ant Deerlando, he instinctively pounced on it as soon as he saw it, regardless of whether it was changed by Fei Karen or not, and now he wanted to kill it when he saw the ant. The ant burrowed into the sand very quickly, and Dearlando frantically used his hands to pick it up, but the ant's silver figure always burrowed deeper into the ground before him.

Diarlando gritted his teeth and buried himself in digging wildly, no matter what, even if he died, he would have to pull Fei Kai's back, so he didn't care about saving his physical strength at the moment, and there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to catch up with the ants and kill Fei Kairen.

He dug and dug like this, and before he knew it, he had dug a pit more than half a man deep. After the sand around him was pushed out, it quickly slipped down again, and gradually buried his feet in. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late to pull out. The sand flowed beneath his feet, sinking slowly at first, but increasing as he realized that he was beginning to flee upwards.

"No, could it be a little more unlucky? This can dig up quicksand?" he hurriedly leaned forward, trying to grab the weathered rock and pull himself up, but with a single force, the whole rock began to sink towards the center of the sand.

Diarlando watched the two-person-high rock being swallowed up by the sand in front of him little by little, and he didn't dare to move anymore, trying to relax himself and increase the surface area of his body that stretched on the surface of the sand. This slowed him down a little, but eventually when the huge regolith was completely submerged in the quicksand, only half of his head was left in the sand.

The warm sand wrapped tightly around his body, making him unable to move. The huge suction force was still pulling him down, and at this moment, all kinds of images flashed through his mind. Perhaps, as others say, people recall their lives before they die. The picture that passed quickly in his mind was the picture that froze in his head, but the picture that was frozen was the picture of the little young dragon appearing in the palm of his hand for the first time.

He thought that he would keep in mind the faces of his family or friends, or worry about the mess between the Demon Dragon King and Fa Karen, but he didn't expect that the one he was most concerned about in the end was the young dragon with whom he had just been with for less than two months.

"Hey...... Rieseth, I'm sorry, I can't go back to you......" Diarlando sighed, blowing away the sand that was gradually flooding his mouth and nose, but was then buried by more sand.

Surrounded by complete darkness, Dearrando heard a soft sigh that was somewhat familiar, but he no longer had the energy to discern whose voice it was. He felt so tired, and now he finally had a chance to rest forever.

......

"Rest, think beautifully, do you expect us to clean up the mess you've stabbed?" a loud metallic sound sounded in Dearlando's ears, and then he felt himself fall violently, and with a snap he fell on some hard surface.

A large amount of sand fell with him, but he struggled a little to break free from the sand. Taking a big gulp of cool, sober air, he rolled out of the sand and began to look around to see where he had fallen.

It is a majestic hall, and the distance between the ceiling and the ground is more than sixty feet. There was still sand slipping from above, but it had gradually weakened, and it looked like he had fallen through the hole in the roof of the main hall.

Not far from my feet, I could see the weathered rock, which had fallen into many pieces, and it turned out that the reason why I had sunk was because I had accidentally dug up the sand and caused the sand to flow into the gaps in the ground. There are large clusters of crystals around, and many of them exude a lustre, so although there is no sunlight in the main hall, it does not look dim.

Diarrando walked around, and then saw the throne in the center of the main hall, which looked a bit dwarven in style, rough and strong. A huge rectangular gemstone is inlaid above the throne, emitting a nebula-like light and mist, which is very beautiful and charming.

Behind the throne is a huge wall relief, with its clean lines outlining a figure that is not unfamiliar - it is the guardian dragon of matter and energy, the founder of Matthirien.

"Isn't it...... Did I pass through another floor?" Diarlando staggered to the throne, but after a few steps he fell to the ground. He was exhausted and thirsty, and when he relaxed, he could no longer move.

An illusory shadow gradually coalesced from the throne, and the dragon, covered in gems and minerals, the rich and brilliant figure of the Founder, slowly took shape from the air. (To be continued......)