Chapter 45: Chapter 36: Preparations for an album [Side]

The seemingly gentle wind carried the grey sand making the entire view ‘grainy’. Never enough to be considered a sandstorm but always enough to make ones life a living pain - though these lands were never meant to be a pleasant experience. At least it was not a place for any living being to begin even considering roaming freely around - whether an immortal cultivator or a worm.

If there was one place in the {Mortal Realm} which suited the title of ‘uninhabitable’ it was these lands.

Constantly changing geography.

Strong unique undead far stronger than they were alive (most of the time) that all who die will become in a matter of hours at most.

Incurable illness’ that the world isn’t able to label due to being too fast to kill.

And, the curses.

Oh boy the curses!

So for these ‘small inconveniences’ among others nobody was obviously traveling through this ‘land’ which was growing but already the size of a continent. As such there were just dunes of grey sand as far as the eye could see. What was hidden under these dunes would be enough undead to make the entire realm quake in fear despite the undead under the sand being the weakest in these lands of plague.

Older undead get the stronger and more intelligent become leading to the truly impressive undead wandering around - perhaps due to instinctual fear of what was above ground? Of course, if the rulers of these lands wanted they could easily awaken this disaster. Not to mention this ‘desert’ was not the only zone to be considered; it was rightfully its own continent so had plenty of space to be ‘diverse’. Each always just as dangerous.

But something was different today.