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"It's probably real. This is a separate space," Nash replied, chewing on the wolf meat and crossing his legs.

"A world created by an illusion array wouldn't have living creatures, but this deserted island has wolves on it, and the sea has fish. These are real, flesh-and-blood creatures." "Then, do you think the world outside is real?" Lana asked again.

Nash was taken aback by her question. The outside world was, of course, real, but there seemed to be a deeper implication to her question. If this world was created by an immortal, then what about the world outside?

"The outside world is real," Nash responded firmly, his gaze deepening. This was a small world, while the world outside was big and filled with countless living beings. Even if it was created by an immortal, it was still a genuinely real world.

As she ate the wolf meat, Lana's cheeks were puffed up. She looked somewhat cute. Suddenly, she hiccupped and patted her chest, her brows twisted in a slight furrow. She got up, picked up the remaining half bottle of water nearby, and downed half of it. "Did you enter the secret realm from the Western desert?" Nash suddenly asked.

Lana shook her head. "I came in from the northernmost ice field."

Nash nodded thoughtfully. "It seems the two passages are just teleportation arrays, and based on the Nine Orion's trajectory, we were teleported randomly. We must've entered the secret realm passage at the same time."

When Nash entered the passage into the secret realm, his cultivation was suppressed, resulting in him losing consciousness after falling from a height. Lana's cultivation was not suppressed, so she managed to protect herself with her true energy.

Nash speculated that this suppression might have been triggered by a threshold that was possibly set above the grandmaster level or perhaps even above the Profound Reality Realm. According to the original cultivation path, the Aura Refining Realm was below the Profound Reality Realm while the Profound Reality Realm was equivalent to the Foundation Realm.

Lana's red lips parted as she said, "When I swam to the beach, I saw someone fall into the water, so I went over and pulled you out!"

Nash smiled. "You don't seem afraid of this unfamiliar world at all."

"I love adventure. I often read books about exploration and watch survival shows about deserted islands. I never had the chance to practice my knowledge before. I'm quite happy to have entered the secret realm and appeared on this deserted island," Lana answered before taking another bite of the meat.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Nash's ears twitched slightly when he heard rustling coming from the forests on both sides. "You might not be happy about this for long," he said.

Placing the wolf leg back on the

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whole roasted wolf, he grabbed a spear that was as thick as an arm, from beside him. This spear was a makeshift weapon he had crafted using a stick and a sharpened stone while Lana was preparing the wolf meat.

The stone was honed to a sharp point, and if aimed at a vulnerable spot like a wolf's eye, it would be very effective.

Lana's expression changed at the

comment. She quickly stood up and

hid behind Nash. From both sides, over a dozen white wolves emerged slowly. The leading wolf stood

1.5

meters tall and two meters long. It was clearly the leader of the pack.

Nash picked up a torch from the fire and waved it. "If you don't want to become a delicacy, then get lost!"

The White Wolf King sat on its haunches, appearing even taller than Nash.

Nash's confidence quickly dwindled when he guessed that the White Wolf King had the strength of a grandmaster.

Trembling fearfully, Lana asked, "Mr. Calcraft, what do we do?"

Nash suddenly remembered that Lana was protected by the Power of Law and grinned. "You charge in and attack that White Wolf King."

Lana's body trembled even more.

What kind of joke was this? The White Wolf King was taller than she was when it stood up. Charging over would be like offering herself up on a silver platter.

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Besides, she had an innate fear of wild beasts. Otherwise, she would not have nearly wet herself from fright earlier in the day.

"Trust me, the White Wolf King can't hurt you!" Nash said, his deep eyes locked onto Lana.

"You just want to feed me to the wolves and then escape by yourself, don't you?" Lana returned doubtfully.

Exasperated, Nash retorted, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

Lana gazed into Nash's deep eyes. After a moment of silence, she slowly walked toward the White Wolf King. Nash gripped his spear and followed closely beside her. The White Wolf King's eyes glowed green with disdain. It lifted its head and let out a howl.

In an instant, the dozen or so white wolves around it crouched low, bared their teeth, and prepared to pounce.