Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1338 - 124: The Lake of Sand in the Desert

Chapter 1338: Chapter 124: The Lake of Sand in the Desert

For the World of the Dead, using ’half a day’ as a unit of time was a curious affair; the previous heroes who ventured into the Realm of the Dead had spent over forty hours there without witnessing a single sunrise or sunset. From this, everyone tentatively concluded that the Realm of the Dead existed in eternal night, with the never-changing sight of the Three Ladies of Moonlight’s beautiful and bewitching figures suspended in the sky. Hence, as native inhabitants of the Realm of the Dead, Undead theoretically shouldn’t use days as units of time. Although it was possible that information from the outside world had permeated in, or that a Deity had mentioned it unintentionally in an Oracle, an impractical unit of time was unlikely to be widely adopted. Therefore, when Mr. Ghost eventually announced that they would arrive in half a day’s time, the members of the adventure team all felt a peculiar sense of dissonance. However, recalling everything they had experienced in the half-day since entering the Realm of the Dead and the countless times this world had surprised and frustrated them, everyone, including Pannis, consciously decided to hold their tongues. They believed that as long as they kept observing, they would eventually find answers to their questions.

Indeed, their thinking proved correct, for after a few more hours of travel, they found the answer. The answer was simple and clear: the concept of days did exist in this world, only, the mark of a day’s beginning and end was no longer Huron’s chariot of the sun but rather the dancing figures of the Three Ladies of Moonlight. Ava, who was as precise as a machine, was the first to notice the anomaly. Under deliberate observation, the golden-haired girl quickly detected that the position of the moon in the sky was slowly shifting, not remaining static as Pannis had once described. However, Ava did not immediately share this finding; she continued her observations for a while longer before finally presenting her conclusion to the group: the Three Ladies of Moonlight were following their set trajectories, gliding from west to east across the firmament. This meant that what the Undead referred to as a day was likely calculated by the moon’s rise and fall. As for what the traditional concept of nighttime would look like after the moon had set, one could only rely on their eyes to ascertain. But according to Pannis’s speculation, the night following the moon’s descent would likely be the epitome of darkness, void of stars and the moon.

Pannis’s guess might have been right, for as the three moons increasingly tilted, the light in the environment grew fainter, and the desert began to darken. The Undead, however, were not alarmed, for at the end of their vision, they could already see a flickering glow. Based on experience, one could deduce that it was the surface of a lake, reflecting the moonlight at a slanted angle, which meant the rest station was just ahead.

"Hahaha, we’re finally getting there." As expected, Mr. Ghost beside them let out a jubilant laugh, habitually soaring into the sky and tracing various shapes, exclaiming joyfully, "Dead tired, dead tired, been busy all day, I can finally take a good rest, hahaha, this is so blissful."

"Uh, you Undead feel tired too?" Pannis seemed to ask casually, "I thought you didn’t have the concept of physical strength."

"Physical strength? We definitely don’t have that concept," Mr. Ghost replied without suspecting that Pannis’s question was probing, "But our spirits do get weary, and when that happens, everything feels uncomfortable. That’s our sense of fatigue, probably different from what you living beings experience. I remember a few with more preserved memories of their living days; they spoke of the difference."

"No wonder," Pannis nodded, pensive, recalling the Undead’s adroit eating actions, murmuring, "I suppose that also explains the eating, then. Not eating doesn’t affect your life but would cause a sensation of hunger?"

"Haha, right you are, the living are so clever," Mr. Ghost floated back in front of Pannis and said, "The experience of hunger is just too unpleasant. For us, once we have tried the feeling of being full, we never want to endure the agony of hunger again."

"Exactly, exactly." The two little ones immediately expressed their agreement in unison, "Feeling full is really comfortable, who would want to go hungry? And the food that Brother Pannis and the two maids cook is so delicious, wow, I’m getting a little hungry again."

"So there’s a question I’ve always wanted to clear up, where does your food come from? I’ve never heard of undeads having sand and bones in their recipes." Pannis glared at the two fools messing around, and just as he posed his question, he suddenly stared in bewilderment at the scene before him, his mouth agape for a long time before managing to muster a bitter smile, "No need to answer, I think I already know the answer."

Under the dim light, Pannis finally made out the scenery around the Lake of Sand in the distance. On the vast desert, a huge lake spanning over several square kilometers lay quietly at the heart of the desert, with the dark lake water reflecting the delicate light of three moon mirages. The shores were made up of thick sandy beaches where sparsely scattered, what seemed to be gigantic trees were actually towering mushroom-like structures. These mushrooms, the tallest exceeding ten meters, had thick stems that truly resembled large trees.

"This reminds me of Crying Cave." Vivian, having cast the Hawkeye Spell, could keep up with Pannis’s vision and stared straight at these strange mushrooms, saying dazedly, "Although these mushrooms are too ordinary, lacking the character of those glittering mushrooms in Crying Cave, they do have a similar height."

Indeed, these mushrooms were just too common, with their dusty exteriors and lacking the ability to release spores; apart from their height, there wasn’t much that was special about them, and even their height wasn’t that unusual since upon closer inspection one could find many mushrooms of the same kind, only several meters tall or even less than half a meter, which indicated that not every one of them could grow to over ten meters. But the issue was, these seemingly featureless mushrooms did have the biggest feature...

"Lina." Pannis rubbed his forehead, asking in a voice that seemed very weary, "Could you sense if this world is indeed filled with the Energy of Death?"

"Yes, it’s true." Denia’s priest, being extremely sensitive to the Energy of Death, immediately gave a positive response, "The Energy of Death is so thick it makes one want to throw up."

"Phew, then it’s not just my perception that’s wrong," Pannis said with a wry smile. "But when did things start to grow in the Land of Death? That’s impossible."