It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

"Going west? Impossible!"

Cerela shook her head:

"Many tribesmen have walked to the west...but they can't go there, they can't go there at all. To the west is the endless sea, the endless sea. Even if you fly for one year or two years, you can't reach the end. And the further you go to the west, the farther you go. Dangerous..."

Flying to the farthest and farthest place, the waves were monstrous, and the barrier formed by the strong winds and waves stretched to the sky and the earth, sealing the entire ocean.

Even the strongest and most powerful dragon will try its best to sail through the wind and waves. In the end, it will exhaust all its strength and sink to the bottom of the sea exhausted.

Either it was swept back by the ocean current, or it sank silently in the wild waves and whirlwind.

"Oh, then we have to keep walking." Gretel squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the sun.

Alas, the size of this world has exceeded his imagination, and even exceeded the diameter of the earth calculated by the Astrology Branch of the Prophecy System through various calculations before he set off.

At the speed at which he and Serira were flying, they had circled the earth more than twice in two years. Why hadn't they arrived yet... Did they walk into some illusion?

Or, did you walk into a formation that was infinitely stretched and magnified?

Or, someone placed a huge different dimension between the two continents of the world?

Walk through the Gobi, walk through the desert, fly over the canyons, and climb over the mountains. I've been gone for six months, I've been gone for a year, I've been gone for two years...

The long journey is almost endless. Just when Grete was exhausted and was about to discuss turning back with Cerela, he saw the end of the extremely distant land reflected in a pool of clear water that looked like a curved hook.

Grete and Cerela flew over happily. The curve of the clear water is about two acres in circumference. It is crystal clear from a distance, and there are large tracts of various weeds growing on the edge.

Artemisia, splendens, seven-star grass, and all kinds of wild grasses sway in the wind, and the flowers bloom into a sea. At the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, wild donkeys and wild horses lower their heads to chew, sand rabbits sneak out to drink water, and sand foxes jump up...

"There's a lake! Finally there's water!"

Serila screamed in joy and swooped down. Gretel smiled and followed her, slowly falling. Seeing her getting closer and closer to the lake, getting closer and closer, but no matter how close she is, she is always just this little bit short...

"Cerela is back! There is something strange in this lake!"

Gretel shouted, raising his voice. At the same moment, Cerela fluttered her wings, drew an extremely steep U-shaped arc, passed over the lake, and rose straight up.

She circled twice and fell down, still in shock:

"Grete, this lake..."

"Yes, I saw it."

Grete held her palm with his backhand, and they stepped on the desert. A flat piece of sand formed under their feet, calling out a gust of wind, blowing them closer to the lake.

This time we approached from the ground, and finally there was no obstacle and we reached the lake very smoothly. The two stood side by side, looking down at the lake. They saw a stone tablet sleeping at the bottom of the blue lake, and a few lines of golden handwriting burned into their eyes:

“Travelers from the west, please turn back.

There was no way to get through, and I tried my best to not get out of this sea of ​​sand.

The legendary mage, Aeros Reiner, year 359 of the Magical Calendar. "

"Ah... can't you make it through..."

Serila stared at the stone monument in the lake for a long time, pursed her lips tightly, and wanted to reach out to grab a handful of lake water. She stretched out her hand several times and then retracted it several times. After a long time, Grete asked softly:

"Are you still leaving?"

"Let's go! - I've heard of this guy. He's just a low-level legend. We can definitely go further than him!"

Serila gritted her teeth and said. Grete nodded slightly, knelt down on one knee, took a small bottle of water from the lake, held Serela's hand, and left without looking back.

They kept going, going forward. Walking towards the direction of the rising sun, we walked through the endless sea of ​​sand, through the Gobi with strange rocks that looked like a city, and through the barren mountains covered with dry and cracked sand but without any water source.

Finally, in front of Grete and Serira, a giant peak towering into the sky rose from the ground.

Under the giant peak, there is a small mountain - or, in other words, a stone wall that can be called a "hill". Blood stains are dripping on it, almost flying out of the stone surface, and deeply carved into the depths of the stone wall:

"Look back! Visitors from the West, look back!!!"

"...Such a powerful aura." Grete and Cerela held hands tightly, looked up at the stone wall, and looked at the writings on the stone wall that have not been erased for a thousand years, maybe two thousand years:

"This bloodstain...Legendary level 3, at least legendary level 3, maybe even stronger...Did he be killed here, or was it a strong man from level 3 legend who used his own blood to write such a warning?"

"Are you still going forward?"

This time, the person asking the question was Serila. Gretel moved his eyes away, looking up at the towering mountain peak, looking at the flowing clouds inlaid on the mountainside, stretching out his fingers to measure the sunlight, and silently calculating the height of the mountain peak in his heart:

"I still want to go. - At least, I want to climb up and have a look at this mountain. I want to go over the mountain and have a look."

Maybe, standing on the top of the mountain and climbing over the ridge, we can see the hometown that haunts him in his dreams?

Now that we are all here, I really can’t reconcile myself to it…

"Okay, then I'll go with you." Cerela shook his hand without hesitation, transformed into her original form, unfolded her dragon wings and soared. Just when I flew in front of that mountain, I heard an "oops" and was forced to land:

"So strong! So strong..."

That high mountain seems to have a strange magic power. It is forbidden to fly, so you can only go up step by step. Gretel and Serira climbed up side by side. At first, they could still rely on the legendary powerful body to jump up slowly;

After climbing through a layer of cloud belt, I felt that most of my physical strength had been weakened, and I could only climb up step by step;

Climbing through the second layer of cloud belt, the two people walked with unprecedented difficulty.

After so many years, Gretel finally felt that he had returned to the mortal era again, back to the time when he had just met Serira, sweating profusely and climbing up outside the dragon cave...

Beyond the third layer of clouds, a small inscription appeared in front of the two of them again.

This time the stele is extremely small, only one foot in diameter. The text above is not a magic seal, nor is it written with the blood of a strong man, but is chiseled on the stone tablet with the simplest chisel:

“Visitors from the West, please turn back.

The road ahead is cut off.

Speaker of the Magic Council, Suarez Moser, Year 158 of the Magical Calendar. "

The road ahead is cut off.

The road ahead is cut off...

"Serila, can you go back first?"

Gretel panted heavily and shook Serira's hand hard. Silver dragon scales appeared and disappeared on Serila's cheek, then disappeared and reappeared. Finally, she shook her head firmly:

"I'll accompany you. Wherever you go, I'll go!"

"Okay! - Let's climb a little further until we reach the cloud belt above!"

After another layer of clouds, Grete stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, speechless for a long time.

In the direction where the sun rises, between the sea of ​​clouds, there is a layer of colorful rays of light floating like a veil. Above the sky, below the Jedi Age, spreading to the left and right, to the end of the horizon, blocking their gaze to the east.

The rays of light are changing and wandering in no direction. If you look at it carefully, it seems to be written.

Grete stared at it for a long time. In the dazzling sunshine, he moved his lips and read word by word quietly:

"The ancient sage king's ultimate heavenly power made gods and men not interfere with each other, without any degradation.

However, the floods overflowed, and the birds and beasts ate people. I mourned for the people and set up a nine tripod to anchor the nine provinces. I cast the shapes of birds and beasts on the tripod so that the people could recognize them...

Copy the map of the four seas and eight wastelands to bring order to the world...

Sealing the sky and the sea. "

"The sky is sealed and the sea is sealed." Gretel stared at the glowing gauze curtain in front of her, tears streaming down her face:

"Sealing the sky and the sea..."