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Following Karl's footsteps, Junheng walked around the huge stone monument.

Just as Karl had said, the back of the stone tablet was indeed engraved with an extremely intricate star map.

The star map occupied the entire stone tablet, with a diameter of about five meters.

The lines are delicate and dense, as if the entire starry sky has been condensed onto this stone tablet.

Countless stars twinkle in the star map, some as bright as diamonds, others as dim as dust.

They are connected by fine gold lines, forming a complex yet orderly constellation pattern.

"This star chart..." Jun Heng squinted, carefully examining the arrangement of the constellations.

He could sense an extremely ancient power fluctuation contained within the star chart, with each star moving along an extremely mysterious trajectory.

However, Jun Heng knew nothing about astrology and could only turn his gaze to Karl.

Karl understood and stepped forward.

Extending his withered finger, he gently touched the brightest golden star in the center of the star chart.

"This star represents our current location."

His finger slid slowly along a golden line, finally stopping at a dark red star on the edge of the star map.

"And this one is the location of the Tower of God."

Jun Heng's gaze followed Karl's finger and landed on the dark red star.

That star was different from the others; it emitted a strange, dark red light, as if it had been stained with blood.

Several fine golden halos surrounded the star, resembling some kind of sealing structure.

"Where is that star map teleportation array?"

Jun Heng withdrew his gaze and turned to Karl.

"According to the inscription on the stone tablet, the Star Map Teleportation Array is not located in the Forbidden Zone of the Burial Spirits, but in the Riftwind Plains."

Junheng stood in front of the stone tablet, his gaze fixed intently on Karl's wrinkled old face.

"The Riftwind Plains?"

He repeated the name, recalling the words of Lord Alfred.

The winds there are biting, and sandstorms rage year-round, making it virtually impossible for any living thing to survive.

However, legend has it that there is a central city there, which is the gathering place of the most vicious fugitives on the entire continent.

"That's right." Karl nodded, his withered fingers gently sliding across the star map.

"According to the inscription on the stone tablet, the star map teleportation array is hidden somewhere in the Riftwind Plains."

"The exact location..."

He paused, a sly glint flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"We'll have to find it ourselves."

Jun Heng was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "How much do you know about the Riftwind Plains?"

"not much."

"But I once had a guy who went into this place and came out alive."

"He told me that the legendary city does exist, and it is called the City of Windfury."

"only……"

Karl paused here.

"Just what?"

Jun Heng pressed for an answer.

"Getting there won't be easy."

"Your level probably can't withstand the fierce winds on the plains."

Jun Heng smiled upon hearing this.

"That's no need for Mr. Carl to worry."

Seeing Jun Heng's smile, Karl said nothing more.

That makes sense; how could someone who obtains the mark of the sun not have some special trump card?

Jun Heng and Karl walked side by side, leaving the desolate, gray-white land of the Forbidden Zone of the Burial Spirits.

The moment they stepped out of the restricted area, Jun Heng clearly felt the oppressive atmosphere in the air suddenly weaken, as if an invisible burden had been lifted.

He glanced back at the blood-red sky, where swirling clouds continued to rotate slowly.

The dark red crack in the center, like a wound in the sky, emitted an eerie light.

"Don't look at that awful place. You'd better never go there in your life."

Karl's voice came from ahead, sounding somewhat hoarse.

He walked with a hunched back and steady steps across the dark red wasteland, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with complex light.

Jun Heng narrowed his eyes and quickly followed Karl's footsteps.

"Do you know what exists in that fissure?"

Upon being asked this question by Jun Heng, Karl's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He chuckled twice and waved his hand.

"I don't know, but I just feel that the crack is very ominous."

"Alright, let's hurry on our way."

"We'll have to try our luck to get to the central city of the Riftwind Plains."

"After all, withstanding the fierce winds of the plains is only the first test."

"The key to this journey is to ride the raging tornado."

The raging tornado that Karl mentioned is a tornado unique to the Riftwind Plains.

These tornadoes may seem as fierce as thunder, but only those at the very center of the storm have a chance of survival.

Karl was unwilling to say more, and Junheng did not press him further.

He had a premonition that he would definitely come back to this place in the future.

The straight-line distance from the Forbidden Zone of Burial Spirits to the Riftwind Plains is over a thousand kilometers.

Even traveling day and night, it took them nearly two days to arrive.

Karl was easy to deal with, but Junheng's online time forced the two of them to delay their journey.

But actually, this is for the best, as it ensures that Carl gets enough rest.

The two stood at the edge of the Riftwind Plain, where the wind howled and whistled.

From a distance, the world was shrouded in a hazy mist.

The grayish-yellow sandstorm, like a thick curtain, enveloped the entire plain.

Even from several miles away, one could feel the violent aura emanating from it.

The wind was like a knife, carrying sand and gravel, cutting countless visible air currents in the void.

Karl stood on a protruding rock, squinting his cloudy old eyes as he gazed at the distant land shrouded in sandstorms.

"The gales of the Riftwind Plains are no joke."

Karl's voice sounded somewhat faint in the howling wind. He turned his head and looked at Jun Heng beside him.

"This wind contains a trace of ancient elemental power. If an ordinary person steps into it, they will be cut to pieces by the wind blades in less than half an incense stick's time."

"Even a level 60 fully equipped warrior would have a hard time lasting more than half an hour without special protective measures."

Jun Heng stood beside Karl, his gaze calmly fixed on the plain swallowed by the wind and sand.

He could feel the violent power in the air, like countless invisible blades slicing through the void, each cut carrying a chilling sharpness.

But he showed no fear on his face; instead, a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"The power of wind element..."

He muttered to himself and slowly raised his right hand.

"Sylph, elven assimilation."

A verdant light emerged from his body and condensed in mid-air into a palm-sized humanoid sprite.

"Yes, Master."

Sylph circled around Junheng once, and then the wind element instantly enveloped Junheng.

hum!

A soft, emerald-green light spread from Jun Heng's body, forming a thin emerald-green light film on his skin.

The light film flowed across his skin like water, exuding a light yet resilient aura.

This is a skill Sylph learns at level 30: Elemental Harmony, which grants immunity to 80% of wind damage when assimilating an elf.