Endless sea.

Purple Seth hangs high in the crimson sky. It's a rare January day in the abyss. The influence of tide is lighter than any other day.

black sea water is pallor out of order, and it is far away from the black sand.

The sky on the sea surface is full of black cracks, and occasionally lightning comes out from the cracks. It is said that these spatial cracks all over the endless sea are channels connecting other worlds. As long as the undead can bear the tempering of nihilistic thunder, they can enter another world through these spatial cracks.

But so far, no one has been able to succeed - no matter how high the level, no one has ever come back from here.

But occasionally something from other worlds falls into the crevice and is pushed to the beach by the sea.

Many skeletons with gray flames burning in their eyes are swaying around the beach, and some are even biting each other to devour the gray flames in each other's eyes.

These lowest undead have no consciousness, only the desire for flesh and soul, will devour the souls of the same level of undead to evolve.

Of course, their humble and weak souls are also food for many advanced souls.

CaSO walked on the black beach, his dark eyes burning blue flame of soul, let those unconscious skeletons around fear away from some.

In the past, maybe he would catch some to eat, but now he doesn't want to eat. The reason why he wanders by the sea is to find out if there are any treasures pushed up by the sea on this rare ebb tide day, so that he can offer them to the Lords and get their protection.

Because it is said that these things from different worlds are very popular in the circle of high-level undead, and some high lords even exchange territory for interesting things.

What he wants is not much. A piece of land that is safe enough to prevent him from being coveted by the undead of purple flame is enough.

He rummaged repeatedly on the beach. Unfortunately, those pushed up by the sea were bits of stone or metal, and some bones that didn't know what they were. The black sea washed these things, making their surfaces smooth enough to almost reflect his face.