Chapter 439: Holy Spirit Continent
There were a lot of undead in the city ruins.
Their number exceeded six digits.
Some wandered through the ruins.
Some slumbered within the yellow sands.
But none of them could sense Li Meng's presence.
Because Li Meng had sealed off the surrounding space.
Although he had not yet mastered the laws of this world,
this level of ability was still within his grasp.
Over the following decades, Li Meng walked the surface of the world.
He visited many magnificent city ruins.
He also went to see the World Tree that had been corroded by the power of death.
The World Tree, now the Tree of Death, had become the energy source of the Death World.
Li Meng also went to see the Throne Altar.
It was a massive altar.
On it stood twelve enormous statues.
Each statue housed a slumbering king of the Death World.
Li Meng did not disturb these beings.
He simply glanced at them in passing and left.
"Found it!"
In the dead sea of sand, Li Meng stopped.
After 43 years, he finally found traces of the Destruction Demon Dragon "Nidhogg."
Although he had not fully mastered the laws of this world,
Li Meng had no interest in it.
Nor did he care to become the sole god of this world, the "Death God."
In the river of time, this world held no secrets.
The Destruction Demon Dragon "Nidhogg" had undergone some events before the apocalypse.
A group of people had fled this world.
They had signed a pact with Abyssal Demons.
They opened a planar teleportation channel and went to another world.
After the apocalypse, "Nidhogg" had crossed dimensions to pursue them.
"Couldn't you just say it outright?"
Li Meng muttered inwardly and sighed.
The system only gave him the coordinates of this world,
but never clearly told him what he was supposed to do.
Yet the events of this world inevitably made him think of "Nidhogg."
The emergence of "Nidhogg" had been too sudden.
One day, it simply descended upon this world.
All information regarding "Nidhogg"
even in the river of time, was somewhat blurred.
There were no traces to follow, no roots to find.
[Kill it, destroy the Destruction Demon Dragon "Nidhogg"]
The system's long-lost voice echoed again in his mind.
It was a voice from deep within his soul.
Or perhaps from another plane.
In that instant, a ripple was created.
It was information crossing the river of time.
Li Meng could not trace the "origin" of the system.
"Forget it, I'll know one day!"
He didn't care too much.
Li Meng smiled faintly and took a step forward.
The space before him suddenly shattered.
Li Meng calmly stepped into it.
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The starry sky was endless.
A blue planet quietly floated in the dark universe.
Looking down at the planet's surface,
there was only one gigantic continent.
The rest was endless blue ocean.
Holy Spirit Continent.
On this day, a dazzling meteor streaked across the sky, crashing toward the southeast of the continent.
Seven years later.
Rogue Town.
Rogue Town was located southwest of the Holy City Alliance.
It had a population of about three thousand and was a peaceful small town.
It was noon, and the Knight Temple rang its bell on time.
The bell signaled the end of the knight apprentices' training for the day.
Morning training, afternoon farming to help their families.
This was the daily routine of the knight apprentices.
Outside Rogue Town, there was a river.
On the riverbank upstream, a small figure was fishing.
The boy was about seven years old.
He sat on a small wooden stool.
Holding a small fishing rod in his hand.
At his feet was a fish basket.
The basket would move from time to time.
Li Meng stared blankly at the shimmering water surface.
Unknowingly, he had been in this world for seven years.
To blend into Rogue Town, he had turned into a child.
He had also learned quite a bit about this world.
The magic power here was called spiritual power.
Surnames leaned toward the Huaxia nation from Earth.
But culturally, it leaned more toward the Western side of Earth.
The races were hard to define, a mix between East and West.
Ten thousand years ago, Demon Gods descended from beyond the skies.
Known as the "Demon Race," these outsiders slaughtered humans.
In just a century, they destroyed humanity's most glorious era.
Human living space shrank little by little.
Today, less than a tenth of human territory remained.
Only the southeastern corner of the continent was left: the Wailing Plains.
All in all, life for humans on Holy Spirit Continent was miserable.
A small mistake could lead to extinction.
To protect humanity, the survivors established the Holy City Alliance.
The Holy City Alliance was made up of six great temples.
Namely, the Knight Temple, Assassin Temple, Healing Temple, Soul Temple, Warrior Temple, and Magic Temple.
Each temple guarded a major frontier fortress.
Over ten thousand years, countless lives were lost to repel the Demon Race again and again.
"Strange, where did Nidhogg go?"
Li Meng muttered, a flash of confusion in his eyes.
The Demon Race that arrived on Holy Spirit Continent ten thousand years ago was undoubtedly the group that fled the Death World.
Those humans had transformed into demons under the Abyssal Demons' contract.
Li Meng had chased after them but found no trace of "Nidhogg."
Someone like Nidhogg shouldn't be able to hide their aura.
Take the Demon Race's Demon God for instance.
Even thousands of miles away, Li Meng could sense its existence.
But he couldn't sense Nidhogg at all.
Also, where were this world's gods?
Why couldn't he sense them either?
Just then, the fishing float moved.
A fish was biting!
Li Meng flicked the rod.
A small yellow fish, about the length of a middle finger, was pulled up.
Li Meng skillfully unhooked it and tossed it into the basket.
Baiting the hook again, he cast the line smoothly into the water.
"Forget it, take it slow. Once I master this world's laws, everything will become clear."
Li Meng wasn't in a rush.
He had plenty of time.
A slight ripple stirred in the space.
A dried fish appeared in Li Meng's hand.
He started nibbling on it.
The golden dried fish was fragrant and crispy.
The moment he took it out, the smell spread everywhere.
Over the years in this world,
the dried fish he fried himself had become his favorite snack.
He could never get enough.
That lingering flavor was simply addictive.
He couldn't stop after eating one.
Just then, sounds came from the forest behind him.
A "swoosh swoosh" noise.
The sound of flowers and trees being brushed aside.
And "thud thud" footsteps.
The sounds drew nearer.
The next moment, a small figure stumbled out of the forest.
Tripped over a small stone at his feet.
The tiny body fell to the ground and fainted.
The commotion behind made Li Meng feel rather annoyed.
Today was supposed to be a perfect day for fishing.
He hadn't expected to be disturbed by a group of uninvited guests.
This was deep inside the Alliance's territory.
How could there be Hellhounds?
The forest noise grew even louder.
Three ferocious figures charged out of the forest, panting heavily.
They wore black robes, and beneath the robes, their bodies looked neither fully dog nor human.