Chapter 135: Death Desert

Just after noon, the yellow sand on the ground was still scorching hot. In this endless desert, it seemed that everything had lost its vitality. There was no tree to be seen. There were only the rolling sand dunes, the sandstorms that rolled up from time to time, and the invisible bones buried under the sand.

Xiao Chen walked in the desert for three days and three nights. If Yue Manfeng had not given him a magnet to guide him before leaving, he would have been lost in the yellow sand.

Many times, it is not that one can do whatever he wants just because he has a high level of cultivation. The world is infinite, and people are like wind blowing dust. In such an endless death desert, there are countless cultivators who die in it every year.

"Sha-Sha-" ❁♦

Xiao Chen was walking on the scorching yellow sand. Suddenly, a strange sound came from a pile of dry grass. Upon closer inspection, he saw a brown rattlesnake about ten feet long hidden in the grass. A pair of terrifying green eyes were staring at the uninvited guest not far away.

The snake that can survive in such a cruel environment is definitely not an ordinary venomous snake. It seems that it is at least a beast with three or four hundred years of Taoism, and its venom is extremely ferocious.

Every place has its own taboos, especially in this deserted Death Desert. Xiao Chen didn't want to provoke this venomous snake for no reason, so he chose to walk around.

Seven days passed. During these seven days, Xiao Chen flew on his sword during the day, and at night he found some higher stone peaks to rest in order to recover his true energy in time. Unknowingly, he had come to the depths of the Death Desert.

This desert really seems to be endless. The deeper you go, the more you can see some strange creature skeletons. Those skeletons are buried in the sand, some of which are more than ten feet long and have been dried into fossils. But what kind of ancient creatures are these? Xiao Chen has never seen or heard of them.

And the deeper he goes into the desert, the more he feels that it is dead here, as if it is a lost world, like a place abandoned by the gods in ancient times.

How could there be such a boundless and lifeless desert here?

The records of the ancient land of Xianyuan, the ancient books he had seen in Xuanqingmen before, can only be traced back to ten thousand years ago.

At that time, demons were rampant in the world, and the gods of the three realms enslaved mortals. Later, mortals rose up in resistance under the leadership of the Green Emperor, and then the Green Emperor passed on the method of cultivation to the world... That's all.

But what about ten thousand years ago, or even tens of thousands of years ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago, at that time, did the world really never have cultivators?

Or has everything been annihilated with the end of an era? Just like this endless desert at this moment, how many unknown pasts have been buried?

It seems that all the prosperous civilizations have been annihilated, and countless powerful people who have reached the pinnacle and have great magical powers have also fallen. It was an era when immortals and gods fell, and everything turned into wind and sand, leaving nothing for future generations.

As dusk fell, Xiao Chen walked in the desert at dusk. He didn't know why so many strange thoughts came to his mind. He just felt that the world he knew before was too small and just the tip of the iceberg.

Just like he never knew before, there was such an endless desert outside the Five Realms of Xianyuan. He didn't know that after passing through this desert, there was a place as prosperous as the Five Realms of Xianyuan.

Just as he was lost in thought, a faint breath suddenly came from behind the undulating sand dunes in the distance. Although this breath was hidden very deeply, under his current consciousness, even the weakest breath could not escape.

"Is there anyone?"

Xiao Chen's expression immediately condensed. He had been in this death desert for ten days. All he had encountered along the way was the yellow sand all over the sky, the bones buried in the sand, and the poisonous snakes and fierce ants in the dry grass. He had never met a living person. But the feeling just now was definitely a cultivator, and a person with a high level of cultivation.

The next moment, he immediately concealed his whole body's breath, took a step, and hid behind a stone peak. The breath he just sensed showed that the people who came were of high cultivation and there were many of them. Before he determined who was the enemy, he must not let the other party discover his breath.

He hid behind the rock for about half an incense stick of time, and saw that there were suddenly ten more figures on the rolling sand dunes in the distance, but the distance was too far, and it was still unclear who they were. He did not dare to rashly use his spiritual sense to explore, and just waited for those people to come closer.

After another half an incense stick of time, those people finally came closer. Under the wind and sand, there were ten people wearing fighting robes like him. I think it was not to block the wind and sand in the desert, but to hide their identities.

Among the ten people, there were four old men, an old woman, three men, and two women.

Xiao Chen couldn't help but wonder, who are these people? What are they doing in this death desert? No, judging from their appearance and the direction they came from, could it be that these people are not from the Five Realms of Xianyuan, but from the northern continent that the Rakshasa Mistress mentioned?

If these people came from there, does that mean that he has almost crossed this death desert? But if these people walked for a month to get here, does it mean that he has to walk for another month?

For now, he can only continue to concentrate and observe carefully to see what these people are doing here.

When the ten people got closer, the old woman suddenly stopped and said to herself with a little doubt, "Should it be... here?"

The other nine people also stopped and looked carefully at the undulating tracks of the nearby sand dunes.

At this moment, an old man suddenly raised his hand, causing everyone to concentrate and be alert, and then said to a man behind him, "Give me the thing."

The man didn't say anything, and immediately took out something from his sleeve and handed it to him. The thing looked like an ancient compass with directions and pointers engraved on it.

The old man took the compass in his hand, put his two fingers together, and injected spiritual power into it. He saw that the pointer on it immediately started spinning rapidly, as if it couldn't stop.

The people nearby, especially the old woman and the two women, all had incredible expressions on their faces at this moment. They stared at the compass closely, and the sweat on their foreheads slowly dripped down their cheeks.

"Certainly!"

The old man injected another spiritual power into the compass, and the pointer on it finally stopped.

"Qian lives in the south, Kun lives in the north..."

I saw the old man talking to himself and not knowing what he was saying. After a while, he smiled excitedly on his face, "It's here! It's here! I found it, I finally found it!"

The old man was so excited that his hands could not help trembling, and the other people also became excited. Looking at the yellow sand on the ground, it was as if ordinary people saw gold on the ground, and they just wanted to turn this desert over.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was hiding behind a stone peak in the distance, seeing this scene clearly, thinking that these ten people were of high cultivation and had mysterious origins. What on earth were they looking for?

He couldn't help but feel a little curious. Could it be that there was an ancient ruin hidden under this endless desert of death?