Sanctuary Starfield Journey

68-8 Bloodstained Place

Qinglan slowly spoke, "What... what kind of monster is this?" It opened its eyes, quickly scanning Mo Bei, who took a slight step back, sword in hand. "Exotic Species_Non-Native_Value Index: Infinite_Immediately Capture and Input_" The darkness caused by the lack of light before sunset gradually faded, and amidst the throbbing of the earth, the artificial darkness created after sunset rose into the air.

Countless robotic arms shot out, wildly grabbing at Mo Bei. Simultaneously, lasers erupted, separating Qing Lan and Yan Fuxue from Mo Bei. Cracks dripped onto the ground, exploding in ripples. Qing Lan cried out, "Mo Bei!" Under the cover of the icy mist spewing from the shattered ice, Yan Fuxue ran to Mo Bei, facing the barrage of robotic arms and lasers. Mo Bei saw a black dot within the white light.

A tender green tea bud floated down slowly, and a woman stepped on it with her toes. Four winds gathered in her palm, carrying some tea leaves like shimmering spots.

The wind-blown ball deflected the laser, which then grazed past it and followed its original trajectory, striking the giant eyeball squarely. The giant eyeball began to disintegrate and fall, the woman slowly descending, and tea leaves drifted down.

A maple leaf drifted down into a shady spot under the white light of the computer screen. A figure in a doctoral robe sat before the computer, watching the screen, and began to laugh loudly: "Hahahaha, cough cough." He awkwardly searched for water, gulped it down, and said, "I've finally found the outsider, hahahahahaha." The computer disconnected, caused by the woman.

The woman's blast sent the remaining parts flying. Qinglan's eyes lit up: "Sister, you're so cool! Those big eyes aren't all that great, they're not as good as the subordinates." Mobei walked up to her: "Thank you." The woman nodded. Qinglan ran over, asking, "Um, what's your name?" Yan Fuxue followed behind him.

"Strings carry on the tradition."

Upon hearing this, Qinglan exclaimed, "Oh, nice names, sisters!" and began to introduce herself: "I'm Qinglan, the protagonist of this book. This is Mo Bei, my little follower. And this is Yan Fuxue, the strategist." She then nodded smugly.

"Where are you going?" asked Xian Niancheng. "To the very center of the Great Rift," replied Qing Lan. "We need to get out." Xian Niancheng said, "Let's go together then." Qing Lan nodded. Yan Fuxue seemed lost in thought.

Outside the city, sunlight streamed across the grass, making it ripple like waves into the distance. Looking at the endless expanse of grass, Qinglan felt exhausted even before she started walking: "This grassland is nothing but grass. You could at least give me a rabbit! I finally understand why we had to go to Yingju City Ruins to play the search and raid game first." She then stepped into the grass and began to walk slowly.

"This grass feels like stepping in poop, it's kind of fun. Can you guys feel it too?" Qinglan stomped around on a patch of grass, the grass rippling like water beneath her feet. "Get out!" Xian Niancheng shouted, pulling Qinglan away before she could react. Qinglan asked, "What are you doing? Isn't this fun?" Xian Niancheng said, "This kind of grass will swallow you up." Qinglan didn't believe it and deliberately jumped up and bounced around a couple of times, only to have her feet sink into the grass: "Help me, I'm sorry, help me!" She's such a worrywart. But this kind of grass is quite rare; it's not the only kind on the lawn.

That evening, they built a makeshift resting place using the sticks they had collected and the grass they had gathered, with a warm campfire in the middle. Xian Niancheng sat by the fire and said, "Someone needs to stand guard tonight; we must stay alert at all times." Qinglan, hearing that she could contribute, immediately stepped forward: "I'll do it, I'll do it." Xian Niancheng agreed, trusting that Qinglan could shoulder the responsibility.

Everyone had fallen asleep. Qinglan sat by the campfire, her eyelids drooping, almost drifting off, when suddenly, waves appeared in the distance. Qinglan looked at the waves: "Are you kidding me? I'm at the beach." Then she closed her eyes. "What! This is grassland, where did the sea come from?" She immediately ran into another temporary resting spot, shaking everyone awake: "It's so weird outside, so weird! Get up, don't sleep!" Mobei unleashed his lightning flames, and the waves of grass that had been crashing against them receded.

For months, a mountain range stretched out in the distance. They rested well for a day at a hotel at the foot of the mountain, and began their climb early the next morning.

As they neared the summit, Qinglan asked, "Aren't you guys feeling a bit cold?" Mo Bei, feeling like he was about to freeze to death, replied, "More than a bit, right?" But to Yan Fuxue, it was a normal temperature. Mo Bei unleashed his lightning flame to warm himself, since the price of high lightning flame resistance was a 35% vulnerability to ice.

Snowflakes drifted down, landing on the mountaintop. Qinglan took out a small flag and stuck it on the summit, then removed the icicle from his nose and tossed it aside before declaring, "I'm a man who's reached the summit before, before, before, before!" The cold made him shiver.

Going downhill is much easier than going uphill. For example, Qinglan slid straight down; anything over 45 degrees is a perfect slide. "It sounds a bit noisy behind me, what happened?" Qinglan turned around and saw that he had triggered an avalanche. "Oh, it's an avalanche, then it's alright." Then he realized what he had done: "What! No! Help!" He quickly placed a musical note-shaped inflatable cushion in front of him, stopped, and found a rock to hide behind. He placed the inflatable cushion on the outermost side, and luckily, he narrowly escaped.

The snowstorm subsided, and Mo Bei watched as maple leaves drifted down, signifying their arrival at the Snow-Covered Forest. Qing Lan walked through the forest, observing everything.

Qinglan felt herself stepping on something and shouted, "Oh no! It's a landmine!" Just as she was about to defuse it, her foot slipped. "This landmine is pretty smart," she thought, and everyone fell in.

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