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“Qingxue, wake up.” Zhao Yang called out to Yu Qingsnow, who was nearby. He sensed that she was not seriously harmed.
Zhao Yang held Yu Qingsnow in his arms and infused her with a bit of Chaos True Qi. Yu Qingsnow stirred and suddenly woke up, looking at Zhao Yang with a hint of confusion before glancing around at the scorching yellow sand. “Why does it feel like True Qi cannot gather, and my Divine Sense only extends less than ten zhang?”
“I noticed that too when I woke up. True Qi is hard to gather, as if something is suppressing it,” Zhao Yang replied, a hint of worry in his voice. “We were pulled into the void torn by the Central Sovereign, and we don’t know where we are. It’s extremely hot here, and we can’t use our Divine Sense to observe the surroundings. Let’s wake the others and see who’s missing so we can find them quickly.”
“Senior Brother, wake up.” Zhao Yang braved the blazing sun and dragged Song Baliang out of a cloud of sand.
After waking up, Song Baliang was informed of the current situation. When Zhao Yang first woke up, he could see everything from a distance, but soon his Divine Sense was restricted and could not extend further. The three of them walked together and quickly found two monks, but in the following hours, they did not encounter anyone else.
“This is strange; we clearly saw them when we woke up, and they weren’t far from us. Why can’t we find them now?” Zhao Yang said anxiously. He had no idea where Liu Rou was. He vaguely remembered seeing her awake for a moment before a splitting headache hit him, causing his Divine Sense to retract rapidly.
“Liu Rou is close to us; I can sense her Dao Fruit on her, but I don’t know her exact location,” Yu Qingsnow spoke up.
“Qingxue, use my Divine Sense to sense her,” Zhao Yang said as he shared his powerful Enlightenment Realm with Yu Qingsnow. Her Divine Sense instantly expanded a hundredfold, and she pointed in a direction. “It seems to be that way.”
The five of them immediately rushed in that direction, but after walking for a while, they still hadn’t found anything.
“Qingxue, are you sure about your sensing?” Song Baliang asked.
“It’s definitely this direction, but for some reason Liu Rou seems to be getting farther away from us. Her cultivation isn’t as strong as ours; under these circumstances, she shouldn’t be faster than us,” Yu Qingsnow replied with some guilt.
Zhao Yang then said, “We’ve been going in circles.”
“How is that possible? Could we be trapped in someone’s formation?” one of the monks asked incredulously.
Zhao Yang pointed to some faint footprints ahead. “You can tell by those footprints that we’ve already passed this way more than once. Our Divine Sense being inexplicably disrupted isn’t due to any physical issues; it’s because we’re within a very strong magnetic field range. This magnetic field not only affects our Divine Sense but also distorts our conscious judgment and restricts our actions. You could think of it as some kind of formation—one that is natural.”
“There exists such an odd natural formation in this world? How do we break it?” another monk asked, feeling a newfound respect for Zhao Yang.
Song Baliang sighed as well. After realizing that Zhao Yang didn’t belong to the cultivation world, he felt a mix of emotions but still regarded Zhao Yang as his junior brother.
Zhao Yang thought for a moment and said to the two monks among them, “I need to calculate the strength of this magnetic field and how it bends our Divine Sense awareness. You two senior brothers should close your eyes and walk straight for a hundred steps without stopping. Make sure to walk in a straight line without using your Divine Sense to observe the surroundings; otherwise, it will affect my calculations.”
Zhao Yang turned to Song Baliang and said, "Senior Brother, close your eyes and walk straight in this direction. Don't stop until I tell you to."
Although Song Baliang had no idea what Zhao Yang was up to and didn't fully understand his words, he trusted Zhao Yang and closed his eyes, starting to walk forward. After about five hundred steps, Zhao Yang finally told him to stop. When Song Baliang opened his eyes, he found Zhao Yang and Yu Qingsnow already in front of him.
The other two monks gaped and asked, "Brother Ba Liang, are you sure you walked in a straight line?"
Song Baliang nodded and replied, "Wasn't it?"
Unbeknownst to him, he had actually walked in a circle and returned to the same spot!
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang was deeply engrossed in calculations on the ground. He wrote down one equation after another, analyzing the curvature of the paths taken by the three of them and combining it with formulas to calculate the influence of the Divine Sense on them. A few minutes later, Zhao Yang looked up and said, "I've figured it out. Follow me."
"Is that all it took?" Song Baliang exclaimed in surprise. The two monks exchanged glances, completely astonished by Zhao Yang's ability. Sure enough, an hour later, the five of them felt that the Divine Sense had become much clearer and was no longer suppressing them as strongly. Their vision also broadened a bit. When they looked back at the direction they had come from, they saw a dim haze lingering there, still feeling a sense of dread. If it weren't for Zhao Yang, they didn't know how long it would have taken them to escape.
However, just as they thought they had escaped from danger, a loud explosion echoed nearby.
"It's the Void disciple's aura!" One of the monks' faces changed dramatically as he immediately dashed off, followed closely by the others. When they reached the source of the sound, they saw a monk whose body was severed from his head. Beside him lay golden Primordial Infant liquid scattered on the sand, which had already begun to dry up in such a short time.
Not far away in the yellow sand, two eyes suddenly opened wide. One of the monks shouted angrily, "Damn beast, die!"
He threw a punch at something hiding in the sand. The creature let out a roar and lunged at him but was sent flying by his palm, landing on its back and exposing its white belly. The monster had no legs; it was a creature that moved solely by wriggling its fleshy wings. Zhao Yang's Void Blade sliced toward the monster, cutting it in half.
As Zhao Yang expected, once the monster died, there wasn't a drop of water inside it; even its blood was pitifully scarce. It quickly turned into a charred mass that emitted a foul stench.
Not far away, Zhao Yang faintly heard sounds and rushed over to see Black-Clad Youth Yuan Shu cleaving through another monster.
"Yuan Shu, are you alright?" Zhao Yang asked.
Yuan Shu nodded and replied, "I'm fine. What about the others?"
Zhao Yang and Yuan Shu returned to where the Xuanfo Temple disciple had met with misfortune. One monk was still crying while another chanted sutras for transference of merit, reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
Zhao Yang examined the dismembered Xuanfo Temple disciple closely. His Divine Sense swept over him carefully before he focused on the cut on the neck of the corpse with a grave expression. Suddenly, he recalled something he had vaguely heard upon entering this place.
"Kill them all, leave no one behind."
"What kind of person came with us? Or have we been transported to someone else's territory? Is it not the Central Sovereign, but the Demon Lord?" Zhao Yang couldn't make sense of it. In the end, they buried the disciple of Xuanfo Temple together and followed Liu Rou's aura forward.
Several hours later, they found Liu Rou, her face dirty, in a high pile of yellow sand. Upon seeing Zhao Yang, she immediately pouted and began to cry. Zhao Yang hurriedly embraced her, patting her back to comfort her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay."
Liu Rou said, "Brother Zhao Yang, I'm so thirsty."
Zhao Yang took out a bottle of Holy Fruit Juice he had brewed from his Cosmic Bag and handed it to Liu Rou. She quickly gulped it down.
Zhao Yang looked at Liu Rou with some heartache while feeling puzzled. They were all cultivators capable of fasting; even going months without food or water would not be a problem as long as they had Spirit Energy or consumed their own True Qi to sustain life. How could she be thirsty?
Thinking of thirst made Zhao Yang feel parched as well. He took out several bottles of Holy Fruit Juice from his pocket and shared them with Yu Qingsnow, Song Baliang, the two monks from Xuanfo Temple, and Yuan Shu.
The others eagerly drank the Holy Fruit Juice. Yu Qingsnow only had a little before stopping; being a Snow Spiritual Root cultivator, she was very good at maintaining moisture in her body and wouldn't feel overly thirsty.
They wandered through the vast desert for what felt like an eternity without finding Scholar Xiu and Nangong Wuxin. Their thirst grew more severe, and their spirits sank lower with each step. They recalled a nightmarish legend—the Boundless Desert.
It was said that no one who entered the deepest part of the Boundless Desert ever returned alive. Even the master of the desert's outskirts, Old Witch, had never ventured into its depths because it was a forbidden area from which one could never escape.
"Xiao Wu probably didn't come in; the void fissures can't swallow those in the Tribulation Period. Xiao Wu was with the Dragon Queen at that time. But Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu did come in. We need to find them quickly; Scholar Xiu's cultivation is too low; he probably won't last much longer," Zhao Yang said, feeling parched himself.
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