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第三千二百三十四章 青云沙漠

"Is this the Qingyun Desert?"

Lin Xuan hovered in mid-air, his voice barely audible as he spoke. It had been more than half a month since he left the main hall of Tianyin Palace.

Initially, Lin Xuan and Fairy妙音仙子had agreed to explore the traces of a true cultivator together. After such a long journey, they were finally close to their destination.

Their meeting point was set in the Qingyun Desert.

Speaking of this desert, it was well-known throughout the Tianyin Realm.

Although Lin Xuan had seen much in his travels, he couldn't help but marvel at the vast expanse before him. This trip truly broadened his horizons.

Ordinary deserts were usually uninhabited wastelands with extreme climates—cold at night and hot during the day. The air was thin of qi, making them a place most cultivators would avoid, even common folk.

But here in the Qingyun Desert, the climate was surprisingly mild. Lin Xuan took deep breaths as he felt the abundant primordial energy permeating everywhere, invigorating his body to its core.

Despite the sparse vegetation, low shrubs dotted the landscape, some bearing fist-sized berries. Occasionally, even agile rabbits could be spotted.

Indeed, rabbits—such creatures were unheard of in other deserts but here they were a common sight. This was nature's miracle; the desert had ceased being a禁区for life. As a result, colorful streaks of light frequently darted across the sky.

It was said that the Qingyun Desert was rich in resources and even yielded some spirit stones and crystal ores. However, if one truly believed it to be a paradise for cultivators, they would be gravely mistaken.

In fact, this desert was among the most terrifying forbidden zones in the Tianyin Realm. Deep within its sands lay countless fearsome legends that had never been confirmed. Yet, the number of high-ranking cultivators who perished while exploring them was beyond count. Some even claimed that a senior elder from Tianyin Palace once laid his bones here ten thousand years ago.

The peril was evident; it could claim the lives of even those on the verge of transcendence. Nonetheless, every year, countless cultivators still ventured into this desert.

Peril and opportunity coexisted. Ancient cultivator's dwellings dotted the Qingyun Desert. Finding one would be enough to elevate a common cultivator to new heights.

Cultivation was perilous everywhere; hence, despite knowing that the Qingyun Desert wasn't safe, thousands of cultivators still came here year after year.

The ancient dwellings were indeed captivating, but many plants growing in this desert could also be used for refining elixirs. As long as one didn't overreach, venturing deep into the sands wouldn't be too risky. It all depended on how one managed it.

Unlike other places, the sand here had a dark green hue. In his hands, it seemed to retain traces of primordial energy.

Unfortunately, this energy was far too thin and inferior compared to even the lowest-grade spirit stones. It couldn't be used for cultivation or meditation.

However, what he saw before him was already remarkable. There existed such deserts in the world. Lin Xuan's confidence in Fairy妙音 increased as he thought that if there were true cultivator remnants here, it might indeed have something to do with that place.

...

Lin Xuan pondered this but remained silent on the surface. He shot through the desert, his body enveloped by a green glow.

As he traveled, more and more cultivators appeared. This wasn't unusual; the outermost one hundred miles of the desert were generally safe.

Even low-ranking cultivators and those at the condensation core stage came here to take their chances, hoping to find some valuable spirit herbs or simply satisfy their curiosity.

Watching the busy cultivators, a sense of nostalgia flashed across Lin Xuan's face. Once upon a time, he too had traveled far for a single precious herb. Times changed; now as a realm-transcender, he knew how hard his current cultivation was and that he must strive harder.

Suddenly, a scream pierced through the air.

Lin Xuan turned to see a group of cultivators scatter in panic. Behind them, a buzzing black-red insect cloud emerged, covering several acres. Its presence was terrifyingly loud.

The insects' flight speed far surpassed those of the cultivators. They were about to be engulfed.

Lin Xuan sighed. He didn't usually intervene in others' affairs but felt it was unjust to see people die without helping them.

He raised his hand and a small flame appeared, emitting an ominous aura.

"Go!"

With a light command, the illusory heavenly fire whirled before shooting forward.

"Boom!"

The flame seemed insignificant at first glance. But upon contact with the insect cloud, it ignited everything, turning countless demonic insects to dust in mere moments.

All those saved were left speechless, staring dumbfoundedly at Lin Xuan without a word of gratitude.

Lin Xuan paid them no mind and vanished into the desert.

The cultivators finally reacted, paying their respects to his retreating figure.

...

As the sun set behind the hills, after a long journey, Lin Xuan arrived at Fairy妙音's designated meeting point. It was deep within the Qingyun Desert.

For ordinary cultivators, reaching such distant lands would be incredibly challenging. Along the way, Lin Xuan encountered some formidable beasts, even ones that could match spirit realm cultivators in strength.

To him, they were mere trifles and were easily dispatched on the spot.

Had he been more cautious, he could have arrived sooner. But fate had led him to discover an ancient cultivator's dwelling along the way.

Lin Xuan came here seeking true cultivator treasures; ordinary relics held no appeal for him.

However, waste was not a virtue. Since he stumbled upon it, he might as well search for some valuable items.

The simple restrictions were easily broken with brute force, and Lin Xuan entered the ancient dwelling.

In the end, his efforts weren't in vain; several ancient treasures had significant power, and the techniques and methods within were worth studying. It wasn't a complete waste of time.

After thoroughly looting the entire dwelling, he headed straight to this location.

Now, as the sun completely set behind the hills, all surroundings remained clear under Lin Xuan's divine sense. He flew directly towards the small valley ahead. (To be continued)

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