I can find treasures in my dreams.

As the command to "return" was given, Gabamuda's figure quickly became hazy and blurred.

The dark red outline of the Fierce Fist Armor gradually melted away in the ripples of light, as if drawn and absorbed by an invisible force, slowly merging into the pale blue spatial light curtain.

next moment.

A slight dizziness washed over me; it was the mild impact of traversing interdimensional space on my mental perception.

The moment he opened his eyes, the Iron Fist Warrior was completely stunned by the incredible sight before him.

The ground beneath their feet was not solid ground, but a road formed by countless shimmering white specks of light, which resembled a flowing galaxy.

This dazzling galaxy seems to be rushing forward, but upon closer inspection, all the points of light appear to be still, as if the galaxy has solidified beneath your feet.

This contradiction between movement and stillness seems to be merely a perceptual illusion.

Gabamuda, however, knew that this was not an illusion.

According to the Canglan people, the world gate between the two civilizations used a high-level spatial technology called the "spacetime light ruler".

Time and space are inherently intertwined and have a very mysterious connection, and some advanced spatial techniques often have a certain influence on time.

The spacetime light ruler is just like that.

While traveling through this galaxy, one second perceived by oneself is actually twelve seconds that have passed in the outside world, which is a time scale of 1:12.

To be honest, when Gabamuda first learned about this, his jaw almost dropped.

Although the Azure People did not explain why they set up the spacetime light ruler, as an observer of civilization, Gabamda keenly recognized the immense value of this technology.

Is the maximum limit of the spacetime light ruler only 1:12?
Definitely more than that!

Iron Fist Warrior felt that the ratio might be several thousand times, or even tens of thousands of times, which was not impossible.

Imagine if the power of the spacetime light ruler were increased to its limit. One second passing within the light ruler would be equivalent to a full year passing outside.

At that time, this technology will no longer be just a means of transportation, but a terrifying weapon capable of turning the tide of war.

Give the simplest example.

If a powerful monster from the Black Sand Sea forcibly enters the Spacetime Ruler, or if the Azure People deliberately allow it to enter the Spacetime Ruler...

They thought they had been lingering within the light ruler for a few seconds.

However, when they burst out of the light ruler, they were suddenly shocked to find that the outside world had undergone earth-shattering changes, and that several days had actually passed.

During this period, Kaituo City calmly mobilized personnel and resources to set up an inescapable net at the exit of the Space Gate.

They were completely unprepared and went straight into the trap.

Gabamuda could barely suppress the smile on his face as he merely imagined the scene.

This scene is sure to be spectacular!
Ten seconds later.

Gabamuda reached the end of the spacetime light ruler.

"Oh!"

With a soft sound, the combat boots seemed to cross an invisible boundary of time and space.

next second.

The spectacular sight before my eyes once again defied my understanding.

In the endless darkness, a magnificent, illusory waterfall of lava suddenly appeared.

The crimson magma, carrying inky black rock fragments, defied all logic and flowed upwards.

"Gudu!"

"Crack!"

As the magma churned, countless bubbles burst one after another, sending scorching sparks and fine rock fragments flying everywhere.

Even though it was just a phantom image materialized from the power of space, the temperature sensing module of the Fierce Fist Armor still instantly detected the scorching airflow.

A light blue energy shield automatically rose from the surface of the armor, isolating it from the illusory high temperature.

Gabamuda understood that this was the concrete form of the Gate to the Iron Fist Civilization World.

His home planet was a volcanic, lava world with crisscrossing rivers of scalding lava on its surface.

The air was perpetually filled with the smell of sulfur and scorching heat, so much so that the Iron Fist people had to relocate to live underground.

Using the backflow of lava as a symbol of the gate to the world is the most fitting interpretation of our civilized home.

Gabamu stared at the inverted lava waterfall, muttering to himself, "The Azure people really have a lot of tricks up their sleeves."

There was not a trace of complaint in his words, only pure envy.

The Ironfist Civilization is not unwilling to embellish the World Gate with more local characteristics, but it relies on other civilizations to even establish its own spatial gates, and simply does not have the ability to modify the World Gate.

Gabamuda took a deep breath, leaped into the air, and crashed straight into the cascading lava waterfall, armor and all.

"Om-!"

In an instant, an extreme sense of being pushed swept through my body, as if I were being stuffed into a high-speed rocket, and my whole body rose upwards at a speed that exceeded my perception.

A torrent of fragmented images coalesced and enveloped everything around them.

The shattered footage is filled with landscapes that Iron Fist Warriors are all very familiar with.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The torrent receded like the tide, replaced by the gates of the Iron Fist civilization's native world.

A colossal stone gate, carved from a single block of obsidian, stands hundreds of meters tall, like a silent giant.

I'm finally back!!

Gabamuda looked up at the majestic stone gate and sighed softly in his heart.

More than ten years ago, he was stranded alone in the Black Sand Sea when he unexpectedly encountered Mr. Ghost of the Azure Civilization and set foot on the land of Azure Star for the first time.

Now, more than a decade later, the gate to the world remains unchanged, still looking as ancient and old as it did back then.

He witnessed firsthand that the Gate to the World of Pioneer City underwent new technological iterations almost every year, and every few years it would be transformed in a dramatic way.

He knew better than anyone that it was no accident that the Ironfist Civilization now had to look up to the Azure Civilization and be highly dependent on the Azure people's technology and equipment, but rather an inevitable result of the vast difference in the speed of civilization development.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Steady footsteps came from behind, accompanied by the slight clicking of the armor joints.

Without turning around, Gabamuda knew that the Iron Fist elite guards who protect the gates of the world had arrived.

as predicted.

A warm and enthusiastic voice came from behind, filled with undisguised familiarity: "Gabamda! Welcome home!"

Gabamuda quickly turned around, and a familiar face immediately came into view.

This person is none other than Golden Fist Gart, the second captain of the World Gate Guard, and also a quasi-knight of the Golden Fist Clan, the second largest clan in the Iron Fist Civilization.

He knew that for the past twenty years, Golden Fist Gart had firmly held the position of second captain and had secretly built a stable faction within the guard, constantly vying for various resources and benefits for the Golden Fist clan and its vassal clans.

Gabamuda still remembers the first time he participated in an exploration mission, standing with the other members of his team beside the Gate of the World.

At that time, Golden Fist Garth was also present, and he looked down at the entire exploration team with a superior gaze, saying in a superior tone: "Gentlemen, I hope you can bring back good news for the Iron Fist Civilization."

He was certain that Golden Fist Garth didn't remember that scene, and the other party had also forgotten that he had stood respectfully to the side. And at this very moment...

Golden Fist Gartner strode forward, his face beaming with a warm smile, as if the two were old friends who had known each other for many years.

Gabamda returned the greeting with equal enthusiasm: "Captain Gat, it's been a long time!"

He knew perfectly well that the other party's enthusiasm stemmed from his frequent travels between Canglan and Iron Fist, and the deep personal connections he had established with the higher-ups of the Canglan civilization.

I have the ability to acquire a large amount of weapons and equipment from the Azure Civilization at a lower price than other civilizations, and the Guardian has shown me great favor.

To some extent, they have a little say in how these weapons are distributed.

Despite having a pitifully small amount of influence, it was enough to make the ambitious Golden Fist Garth not dare to ignore it, and even take the initiative to show goodwill.

Golden Fist Gart quickly approached, his gaze unabashedly landing on Gabamda's Fierce Fist Armor.

Compared to the previous generation of Battle Fist Armor, the new armor has much more beautiful lines and more exquisite details, yet it is still powerful.

The prospective knight's face was full of admiration: "These past few days in the guard, I've been hearing a lot about how outstanding the new armor from Azure is. Seeing it today..."

At this point, Golden Fist Gart's words came to an abrupt halt, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

As a quasi-knight who has been able to hold the position of second captain for so many years, he has a very keen sense of the supernatural. Just now, he vaguely sensed a dark power flashing across the sky.

Gabamdal was a fraction of a second slower than the former, turning his head to look at the sky above the Tekken world.

The moment he saw it, the veteran Iron Fist warrior's pupils contracted sharply, and extreme shock flashed in his metallic eyes.

In the sky, which was originally dark brown from volcanic ash, a splash of orange, like molten gold, was slowly spreading out.

It resembled both a rare sunset and a frozen flame, with a fiery halo, appearing both eerie and magnificent.

"what?"

Gaggle gazed at the orange hue and murmured, "This kind of sunset is quite rare; the color is so vibrant."

Judging from the meaning of his words, this person only regarded it as a natural phenomenon between heaven and earth.

Although Jin Quan Jia Te vaguely felt that the aura of this color was somewhat strange, he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

The sunsets in the Tekken world are mostly dark red or grayish-yellow; such a dazzling, molten gold-like color is truly unprecedented.

Gabamuda stood to the side, his heart already churning with turmoil.

Just yesterday, before he even left Kaituo City, he unexpectedly received his second private meeting with Zhao Xiaoying, the second commander of the Canglan Civilization Alliance.

Commander Zhao solemnly revealed to him top-secret information about the Dark Tide Catastrophe—about the "Dark Rift" in the Black Sand Sea, about the Dark Rift's erosion of the civilized world, and about the invasion of Dark Rift monsters.

These shocking pieces of information gave him an unprecedented shock.

Gabamuda never imagined that such a terrifying existence was hidden deep within the seemingly desolate Black Sand Sea, which appeared to be nothing but yellow sand.

Commander Zhao then deliberately showed a blurry, indistinct image of a revelation, in which orange colors surged like flowing lava, converging into a boundless ocean.

The other party made it clear that this hidden space called "Molten Sea Crack" is very likely to become connected with the Iron Fist world in the future, thus triggering a terrible disaster.

At the time, Gabamuda was still skeptical about this, as predicting the future was a notoriously difficult field, and even many powerful civilizations struggled to obtain accurate prophecies.

The Azure Man didn't predict the future of his own civilization, but he predicted the future of the Iron Fist Civilization. He genuinely doubted how accurate the prophecy could be.

And at this moment.

In the sky above the Tekken world, the exact same orange color appeared.

Is this a coincidence?
Gabamuda's heart pounded wildly, and the answer was crystal clear in his mind—of course not!
Without a doubt, this sudden touch of orange color is a harbinger of the impending arrival of the molten sea rift.

The Azure Man's prediction was correct; those terrifying monsters wielding fire-based abilities are truly coming!

Without the warning from the Azure People, the Ironfist Civilization would have missed this crucial signal.

Thinking of this, Gabamuda could no longer stand still.

His expression instantly turned extremely serious, and he said urgently, "Captain Garth, I'm very sorry, I must excuse myself! I must go see the Guardian immediately!"

He didn't even give Golden Fist Gartner a chance to reply before turning and leaving in a hurry.

Golden Fist Gat stood frozen in place, watching Gabamda's hurried departure, then turning to look at the ever-spreading orange hue on the horizon, his brows furrowing tightly.

He's not stupid; Gabamda's unusual reaction is all too obvious.

Therefore, Golden Fist Gart naturally understood that the strange sunset that was still spreading across the horizon was definitely a problem, and might even be a sign of some kind of disaster.

His eyes flickered, and he murmured in a very low voice, "It seems that the Golden Fist Clan must do everything in its power to obtain more of this batch of new equipment."

As for the small and medium-sized clans whose quotas were taken up, Golden Fist Gart didn't care at all.

The weak don't deserve to live!

*
The Black Sand Sea of ​​Death.

The words of death echo in the abyss.

Yang Fan and the Tree Spirit Venerable Naraku, riding the giant Centipede Tyrant, plunged into the depths of the Death Whisper Sand Abyss, reaching a depth of forty kilometers below.

For most civilized worlds that have developed the Black Sand Sea, twenty kilometers is already the limit.

At a depth of forty kilometers, it is a no-man's-land—the sand here is as dense as refined iron, and the sand flows extremely slowly.

Under normal circumstances, the sand and gravel tend to remain still. Only when the supernatural forces in the sea of ​​sand fluctuate periodically will the deep sand and gravel begin to move.

Due to the extremely high pressure, each flow represents a fatal squeeze.

Even ordinary knights wouldn't dare to take it head-on, otherwise they would surely be crushed into mincemeat.

In addition, powerful, dormant monsters often lurk deep within the sand.

These beings, whose strength is at least at the high-level knight realm, would burrow into the deepest part of the sand every ten or even several decades to hibernate and comprehend the laws of the sand sea, seeking an opportunity for a breakthrough.

This is a phenomenon unique to the Black Sand Sea.

Once targeted by such a behemoth, even a Venerable Realm expert would find it somewhat troublesome.

But at this moment, the combination of one person, one tree, and one insect moved as if they were in an empty place.

The giant centipede was naturally able to conceal its aura, and with the combined abilities of Yang Fan and the Treant Venerable, not a single beast detected this uninvited guest.

but.

As the descent depth exceeded the critical point of thirty-five kilometers, the Tree Man Venerable Naraku began to continuously observe the surrounding dark sand layers.

An inexplicable sense of unease lingered in its spirit, yet it failed to detect anything unusual.

This unknown is precisely the most terrifying thing.

The Tree-Man Venerable had already begun to consider leaving, and as it continued to descend deeper, this thought grew stronger and stronger. It even regretted accepting the invitation from Lord Raven.

Face is important, but life is only once.

Yang Fan had already noticed his companion's unusual behavior, and turned to smile, saying, "Lord Naraku, your feeling is correct; the laws here have indeed changed."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the stagnant sand around him, and added softly, "Three days have passed in the outside world since we stepped into the Sands of the Dead."

"How can this be?!"

The Tree Man Venerable instinctively gasped, and the green water in his eyes instantly churned.

Less than ten minutes have passed since they entered the sand abyss, how could three days have gone by?! (End of Chapter)