Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

After Liu Nian put on the Eternal Set, he could fly at high speed even without transforming, and his speed was even faster than when riding the little fire dragon.

The two sped along, encountering many monsters and players along the way—some from the undead faction, others from the non-undead faction, all around level 300, wandering in groups across the wasteland, some grinding monsters, some gathering resources, and some fighting each other.

Liu Nian had no interest in them and didn't even bother to glance at them. Those of their caliber weren't worth his time.

The two crossed the border of the Ash Wasteland at top speed and entered a more rugged area.

The ground here is no longer covered in ashes, but is filled with cracks and gullies, like a crumpled piece of paper or a dried-up riverbed.

Some cracks are wide enough for a building to fall into, while others are so narrow that only one foot can fit through.

The dust in the air disappeared, turning into a large amount of cold, highly toxic fog. If you accidentally inhale it, it will choke you and make you cough uncontrollably, and your throat will itch, as if you have inhaled a mouthful of chili powder.

After flying for most of the day, they still found nothing. They couldn't find the teleportation array or sense the spatial rift. Liu Nian had no choice but to change his strategy—instead of searching aimlessly, he should ask someone for directions.

The landscape below rushed past, the gray-white wasteland turning into gray-black ravines, with occasional small campsites visible between them—simple tents, crooked wooden fences, and a few smoldering campfires.

Those were temporary resting spots set up by players. In a godforsaken place like the Undead World, non-Undead players are lucky to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Don't even think about having any permanent, fixed strongholds; those are just attracting undead armies to attack.

Liu Nian's gaze swept across the area below, finally settling on a winding river.

The river was not wide, and the water was grayish-black, like diluted ink, with a faint phosphorescence on its surface.

The river originates from the distant hills, meanders northward, and disappears at the edge of the gray horizon.

On the river, a fleet of boats was sailing upstream. It was called a fleet, but it was actually just four or five small boats, each about twenty meters long. The hulls were made of some kind of black hardwood, and the prows were carved with ferocious animal heads.

In addition to a large number of NPC crew members, each ship also had seven or eight orc players, with levels between 500 and 600. They were all dressed in black leather armor, with a wolf head emblem engraved on their breastplates.

Some were giving orders to NPCs, some were keeping watch, and some were dozing off against cargo, looking like seasoned veterans who were used to this route.

The fleet of boats lined up in a row on the river, moving slowly forward. The river was deep, and the boats were drafting heavily, indicating that the cargo was quite heavy.

Liu Nian was wearing the Eternal Suit, and the twelve light wings on his back were incredibly cool, attracting the attention of the fleet from a great distance.

"Alert! Alert!"

Alarms immediately blared across the ship, but they did not rush to launch an attack.

Because judging from Liu Nian's demeanor, he doesn't look like a ghost at all!

In the undead world, a non-undead creature is likely to be considered an ally, let alone a creature that is radiating holy light!

The principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend is all too obvious.

The fact that they can rampage so arrogantly in the world of the dead means that they possess unimaginable strength!

As ordinary players, when they encounter such a powerful player, all they can do is pray that the other party doesn't intend to kill them.

As for resistance, well, it will only result in dying with more backbone; it won't change anything.

Liu Nian ignored the players on the last few ships and flew directly to the front of the first ship, standing in mid-air.

"Are you the leader of this fleet?" Liu Nian asked, looking at the giant orc with purple skin.

This orc has a distinctly hellish style, and is most likely a hellish orc similar to an abyssal dwarf.

From an alliance perspective, angels and hell are clearly mortal enemies. However, since everyone is in the world of the dead, their greatest enemy is the undead. So it's not unusual that they didn't fight when they met. Besides, Liu Nian himself is not a true angel.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" the orc asked.

"I'm looking for the nearest teleportation array or rift. Do you have any information on that?" Liu Nian asked bluntly.

To be honest, the leading orc didn't want to reply, since they were enemies. However, the fact that the other side hadn't attacked immediately was already a sign of respect. He was worried that if he didn't cooperate, the entire fleet would be wiped out instantly.

So after a moment's thought, he said, "The nearest teleportation point is upstream along this river, which we set up temporarily. But given your identity, I'm afraid you can't use it, because it's one-way, and the destination is the underworld..."

Liu Nian immediately said, "What I'm looking for is something that can teleport within the Land of the Dead."

"Then... the only way is to go downstream along this river. After about half a day's journey, there's a temporary town called 'Mobile Dock' made up of various types of ships. It's a very complex place, a melting pot of all sorts of people, controlled by several forces. To avoid being besieged by the undead, they usually act independently, only coming together at certain times to trade. Some of the large ships there have the teleportation arrays you need."

Liu Nian nodded: "Thank you."

After saying that, he left a piece of equipment as a thank you gift and flew downstream.

As the orc watched Liu Nian's departing figure, a hint of worry suddenly flashed across his brow.

If the other party turns around and leaves without saying a word, then there's not much of a problem with him holding back earlier.

But the other party dropped off a piece of equipment as a thank you gift for gathering information, and it was even a legendary item. So, some of what he said earlier wasn't entirely true, which might be a problem...

"Let's hope he's not so unlucky as to choose the left tributary and run into that whale..."

We walked downstream along the river for about an hour, and the river began to narrow, with the hills on both sides becoming increasingly higher and steeper.

The river became deeper, its color changing from grayish-black to jet black, like a black ribbon winding through the valley.

Liu Nian noticed that a light mist was beginning to appear on the river surface, like a thin veil, rising from the water and slowly dissipating.

Shortly after entering the canyon, the river split into two, one on the right and one on the right. The river on the right was still wide, while the river on the left was clearly a branch.

Liu Nian was about to walk along the main river on the right when Arachne suddenly said, "Master, there's a disturbance on the left! It sounds like someone is fighting."

Liu Nian wasn't particularly interested in this unexpected "accident," but Arachne's next words made him decide to take a look.

"It seems someone over there has used a powerful spatial spell."

"Is it a fissure?"

"Not necessarily, it's only a possibility."

"Let's go then, let's go take a look and see."

With a gentle flap of his twelve wings, Liu Nian's figure transformed into a dazzling streak of light, shooting off along the left fork in the road.