Lin Xuan had indeed overlooked this point at first, but his thoughts were far more meticulous than an ordinary person's, and before long, he noticed it as well.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan did not take it seriously—or rather, he simply did not care.
So what if his divine sense had no effect?
Could he really end up getting lost?
As a cultivator at the Spirit Division level, Lin Xuan truly had never worried about that.
After all, even if he did get lost, so what? This was only a tiny desert inside Lingbo Valley. How absurdly large could it be? With his escape speed, even if he could not tell the direction, as long as he fixed on one heading and flew, then after spending two or three days, he would surely be able to fly out.
Lin Xuan had always thought this way.
So he still walked toward the depths of the desert as if nothing were the matter.
As the saying went, even a wise man who thinks a thousand times will have one slip. The ancients truly did not deceive me. Even a person as meticulous as Lin Xuan actually acted foolishly on this issue.
By the time he discovered something was not right, Lin Xuan had already completely lost his sense of direction in the desert.
He could not distinguish east, south, west, or north, nor did he know which direction he had to walk in to possibly leave this desert.
The gloom in Lin Xuan's heart was easy to imagine, but he had experienced countless great winds and huge waves, so naturally he would not panic because of this.
Since he did not know how to go, then he might as well use the stupidest method.
Pick one direction, unleash his Escape Light at full power,