A northern goshawk was currently flying over the edge of Jadefall City.

The world beneath it had one side that was jade green like an ocean and one side that was instead covered in endless yellow sand.

Within the rustling yellow desert, there were only a few desert rats and some hares that occasionally entered the desert land, not much food for it, so it naturally flew towards the jade sea-like side. Sanskrit Passage seemed just like a natural boundary this world made for it.

Once this boundary was crossed, penetrating deeply into the blistering hot yellow sands, it might perish not long afterwards. This didn’t even necessarily have anything to do with food.

The heat that rose in waves from the yellow sands made it so that even if it crossed the border after having its fill of water, it would quickly experience exhaustion due to heat. When it sensed that something was off and then flew back, it might already be too late. The end result would be that it would fall straight into the yellow sands like a boulder, drown under the winds and sands, turning into dried bones.

That was why in this world, there were many things where even if no one set rules, in reality, there were still bottom lines and boundaries.

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