"It's a sandstorm." Han Yu smiled faintly and looked at Feng Xiaotian. "Xiaotian, you can try cultivating within the sandstorm. Perhaps you'll gain something different."
Zhu Zhuqing, however, said anxiously, "Teacher, sandstorms are the most dangerous weather phenomenon in the desert. We should quickly find somewhere to hide. Otherwise, if we're caught in it, we'll all be buried by the sand."
For ordinary people, a sandstorm was undoubtedly deadly.
But for high-level Soul Masters, it was merely somewhat stronger wind and sand. Even if they were blown away, they would not lose their lives.
Han Yu patted her shoulder, his expression calm. "Zhuqing, with your and Dazhi's strength, a sandstorm of this level won't do anything to you."
"Xiaotian, you have the time it takes to burn an incense stick to train. After that, this sandstorm can disperse."
The sandstorm would affect their journey, and Han Yu's words meant that he had the ability to disperse it.
To shake the forces of nature through one's own power—what a terrifying level of strength that was!
"Teacher, I'll meet the sandstorm head-on!" With that, wings spread from Feng Xiaotian's back as he charged straight toward the sandstorm.
With a casual wave of Han Yu's hand, the Fire Cloud Staff landed before him like a Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle.
Zhu Zhuqing and the other standing behind it could not even feel the wind or sand.
"Alright, rest well within this Soul Power barrier. Once the wind and sand are gone, we'll set off immediately."
"Teacher, can my Divine Slaughter's Domain withstand the sandstorm?" Zhu Zhuqing suddenly asked.
Han Yu turned and glanced at her. "A domain separates the surrounding environment from you, so you can indeed avoid the sandstorm that way. But how long can your domain last?"
As a Soul King, Zhu Zhuqing