At the border between the Western Ox Continent and the Northern Ju Continent lay a barren desert, with yellow sands stretching for thousands of miles and baleful winds sharp as blades. Spiritual energy was sparse here, and human traces were rare, making it an ideal place to conceal one's tracks. After fleeing East Victory Divine Continent, Li Wuyang and Xuan arrived here, setting down layer upon layer of concealment wards to rest and recover for the time being.
After three days of meditation, both had fully recovered. Li Wuyang's hunyuan late-stage cultivation had stabilized, and the fusion of his Chaos Dao Foundation and Reincarnation Authority had grown ever more seamless. Every gesture carried an innate majesty, as though he held life and death in his hands. Empowered by the lunar origin and reincarnation, Xuan's bearing had become even colder and more exalted. The Moon God's Tear hovered before her brow, gleaming softly.
"Although the Grand Formation of the Myriad Stars has been broken, our whereabouts may already have been exposed." Xuan gazed southeast, toward Spirit Mountain. "The Jade Emperor will not let this go, and The Finality Council will follow us like a shadow. What should we do next?"
Li Wuyang stood with his hands behind his back, chaos revolving within his eyes as he deduced the heavenly secrets. "The three places Sun Wukong mentioned are the Flowing Sand River, Flaming Mountain, and the Imperial Stables. The Imperial Stables lie deep within the Heavenly Court, so this is not the time to alert the enemy. Flaming Mountain was once the territory of the Bull Demon King and involves the demon race; its forces are tangled and complex, so we can deal with it gradually. Only the Flowing Sand River..."
His voice paused slightly, and a strange light flashed through his