"Can you feel it? It seems we’re arriving. Prepare for landing."

As the pull became faster, Kane could feel they were about to reach their destination, promptly reminding everyone.

Arriving at the destination through this teleportation method certainly wouldn’t let you land smoothly on the ground.

A portal of light appeared at the end of the lines in front, rapidly enlarging.

Like a giant mouth, until it swallowed everyone whole.

In that instant, they shot out from the light portal like arrows.

In an instant, they were greeted by the fresh air outside, a slightly cool breeze brushing against their faces.

Sensing arrival, Kane, already prepared, steadied his feet firmly on the ground but still slid forward twice due to the impact.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Longbei made a strange sound, trying to control his body but still staggered forward.

Seeing Longbei about to crash into a passerby, Kane quickly created a net in front of him, securely catching him.

Only then did he adjust his posture, standing stably on the ground.

The passerby seemed to sense something, turned his head to glance twice, then stared at Kane and nodded.

Longbei shook his head and walked over.

"Wow, this teleportation method is quite novel indeed. Which fool invented this way?"

Grumbling non-stop.

At this moment, a hand patted Longbei’s shoulder.

Longbei turned his head to look.

A tall mature woman with jet-black hair pinned up, a slender hairpin running through it, embedded with a bright gemstone.

Her mature face had alluring eyes, pupils like orange-red, with lustrous pink glowing beneath her fair skin.

Most striking were her fiery red lips, a black mole at the corner of her mouth.

She wore a form-fitting green and white robe, which raised up to her waist, the slits starting at the inner thigh.

Her fair, straight legs stepped elegantly in black high heels.

Facing an unfamiliar person, Longbei still politely asked, "Anything you need?"

She bent slightly, pointed to herself, smiled, and said, "I’m that fool."

"You’re the fool! You..."

Longbei realized, his face slightly reddened.

Talking bad about someone in front of the person involved?

An awkward aura filled the air momentarily.

Even Kane and others nearby felt a wave of embarrassment.

Kane hurriedly went over, smoothing the situation.

"Haha, sorry, Miss. My teammate didn’t know you invented it; he was just being candid, grumbling a bit, with no intent to offend."

The mature woman straightened up, waved her hand, and said indifferently, "Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me; after all, you’re not the first to say so."

Then she shrugged helplessly, her expression unchanged.

Arms crossed, she rested one hand on her cheek, watching Kane and the others.

"Is this your first time at the Mark point? Newly promoted to Tricolor?"

There was nothing wrong in admitting this, Kane nodded.

After Kane responded, she turned her gaze to Kreya and others.

However, after Kane responded, Kreya and others had no intention of speaking.

"We’re all the same."

Kane said from the side.

The woman nodded, "Promoting to Tricolor at this time? How curious."

These people’s concept of time? The World Ring’s been active for almost 4 years, yet they feel it’s just begun?

Unable to fathom, truly living too briefly, too young.

Once Kane finished his sigh, Kreya and others began observing their surroundings.

After all, it was their first time reaching a coordinate point beyond the Mist that never shifts with space.

White mist still surrounded nearby, but unlike outside, it wasn’t tightly engulfing them.

Not like the misty world, but like morning haze, thinly wrapped around, only slightly affecting vision.

Yet the environment of the Mark point still surprised Kane and others.

Not particularly impressive, but remarkably basic.

For a place where Tricolor-level powerhouses gather, in the outside world, it would be a divine presence.

Not asking for grandeur, majesty.

But at least presentable, clean, with creativity.

Yet before Kane and others stood a stone tower roughly 30 meters tall.

A true tower with hollowed-out spiraling staircases inside, at the top, a bell-like object.

Perhaps better named a Bell Tower.

Apart from this, the stone tower had no special features.

Surrounded by various casually placed structures, scattered around.

Like wooden boards a child randomly assembled.

Many even appeared worn out.

Only a few indistinguishable figures sparsely stood around, seemingly waiting for something.

"Disappointed, aren’t you?"

The lady hadn’t left, standing beside Kane and others, watching as they scanned the surroundings, asking casually based on their expressions.

Without waiting for Kane and others to ask or say anything, the woman began speaking to herself.

"The only feature here is the recordable coordinate mark, next time you can directly enter the Land of Mist to arrive here; nothing special otherwise."

"People at the three-color level have limited synesthesia time; naturally, they come here to explore beyond the Mist. There’s no point in wasting time here when you can’t even recover your spirit." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"People at the five-color level either have their own territory or their own matters to attend to. This place isn’t really worth residing in to kill time."

"But there are some people like that; these houses were left behind by them. It’s also fair to say that those willing to live here don’t care much."

After speaking, she pointed toward a large notice board at the tower’s base.

"If there’s anything you need for teaming up or require assistance, just write it down on a piece of paper and post it there; someone will naturally spread the news."

After listening to this friendly explanation from the woman, Kane nodded: "Thank you for your help and clarification."

The woman waved her hand, leaving only her silhouette behind.

"No need; everyone arrives this way."

Then she ducked into a shabby little cabin nearby.

As the mature woman left, Kreya suddenly said: "Come to think of it, we still don’t know her name."

"No worries. Since she can invent such a teleportation method, it means she’s certainly known within this circle. If we want to know, we can find out easily," Kane said on the side.

After saying this, he turned around, surveying the surroundings, and noticed there were barely ten figures scattered above.

"Truly disappointing; doesn’t seem worth wandering around."

The more he looked, the more disheartening it became.

He felt a sudden urge to wave his hand and make the place less simplistic.

Though he said that, Kane still led Kreya and the others toward the base of the Bell Tower.

They arrived at the massive notice board.

There were many papers pinned on it.

"Wow, why is it all team recruitment papers? Don’t three-color level people have teammates?"

Longbei was amazed as he looked at the papers on the board.

?

Everyone turned their heads to stare at him, their eyes revealing confusion.

"So you weren’t pretending before; you really didn’t know?"

Kane walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Put it this way: a full team like ours, progressing from copper level to three-color without anyone dropping out, there’s likely just us."

"No wonder Mark Lad was so surprised earlier; so that’s what it was,"

Longbei seemed to understand and nodded.

However, Kane was slightly surprised seeing all the team recruitment papers on the board. He didn’t expect they would all be about recruiting teammates for joint action.

In this place, everyone is at the three-color level, yet needing teammates to proceed indicates that crisis events in some World Fragments are indeed still dangerous and deadly.

Upon thinking more carefully, after all, they’re exploring shattered World Fragments.

There must be some exaggerated reason for a world to break into fragments.

Under these circumstances, encountering some sufficiently deadly and hazardous entities is entirely reasonable.

Upon further reflection, they had spent so much time here.

Yet they had only encountered completely lifeless World Fragments.

"Nothing much to see here, let’s head up and record this place first."

Upon hearing Kane’s words, everyone nodded.

Then they entered the cylindrical stone tower.

Walking up the spiral staircase to the top.

There were only a few marking points, each with a Bell Tower.

Marking this place clearly is very simple.

Kane arrived below the Copper Bell.

Magic Power infused into his hand, striking the bell.

Dong!

The crisp bell sound echoed throughout the marked location.

Some figures staying at the marked point raised their heads slightly to glance, then withdrew their gaze.

Newcomers arrived; this happens from time to time, so there’s nothing unusual about it.

What made them glance was the uncommon timing; it has been years since they heard the bell sound.

Dong!

Another sound? Grouping together is indeed interesting.

Dong!

Hmm, but there’s another one?

The remaining figures at the marked point couldn’t help but glance at the tower’s summit.

To have three people marking at once during this period is peculiar indeed.

After all, the bell only needs to be struck once, automatically marking even if traveling to other points.

Dong!

Dong!

Two more rings followed.

In a short span, five bell rings meant five newcomers arrived.

This inevitably made certain individuals contemplate some unexpected scenarios.

Could they be a team that ascended together?

This absurd idea entered their minds.

Yet most internally dismissed it silently.

Maybe they were acquaintances.

Some who hadn’t ventured outside the Mist were contemplating whether to check outside for any big news.