Chapter 324. Abyssal Paths and Hunters
Tyler and his group trudged through the vast expanse of the Abyssal Desert, the scorching heat bearing down on them. Though their cultivation had returned, the oppressive nature of the Abyss still weighed heavily on them. Each step they took kicked up blackened sand that shimmered unnaturally, as if infused with residual energy from the void.
"Ever heard of Abyss Hunters?" Astrid asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Tyler responded, not taking his eyes off the erratic compass in his hand. "They hunt and gather rare materials in the Abyss, then sell them to other worlds. From what I heard, some of them literally live in the Abyss for centuries."
"In a way, we’re also like Abyss Hunters," Mathilda added, glancing at the desolate landscape.
Tyler nodded. "Nope... More like we are Visitors."
Mathilda smirked but said nothing more.
Tyler, Mathilda, Mana, Astrid, and the five grandmasters pressed forward, their movements steady despite the shifting terrain. Tyler glanced at the compass again, watching the needle flicker between two slightly different directions.
"Can any of you see what’s wrong with this compass?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
One of the grandmasters sighed. "We can’t. The curse master in our group died, so we have no way of analyzing it properly. We have no choice but to follow it."
Tyler clicked his tongue in irritation but didn’t argue.
Astrid suddenly pouted. "Listen to me."