There had never been roads in the desert. No matter how many people walked across it, there were still no roads.
Because:
The sand flowed.
Chu Qing identified his direction and raced straight toward the Chimon Empire.
With no reservations, he pushed himself to his utmost speed.
Wherever he passed, sand and dust churned like a great dragon.
Zuo Qianqiu set foot in the Chimon Empire.
The Chimon Empire had vast grasslands stretching as far as the eye could see, with few tall mountains or hills.
The population here was sparse. Farming was rare, while animal husbandry was far more common.
"Our mission target is—the Lesser Thunderclap Sect in Thunderclap Mountain."
"The Lesser Thunderclap Sect has roughly a thousand people."
"Our task is to exterminate everyone in the Lesser Thunderclap Sect."
"Then, plunder their resources and secret teachings, and obtain the Lesser Thunderclap Sect's sect seal!"
The dozens of Heaven-Piercers nodded indifferently.
But the heartbeats of the several hundred Third Limit masters quickened.
In this world, every sect was terrifying.
Even the smallest sect was no exception.
Since ancient times, to destroy a sect, one either launched a direct assault or pulled the firewood from beneath the cauldron.
The former worked quickly, but the casualties were severe.
The latter worked slowly, taking decades or even centuries.
But the casualties were minimal.
Unfortunately, they needed to complete the Martial Academy assessment this time, so they had to fight a quick battle.
Among these several hundred Third Limit masters, no one knew how many would make it back alive.
The Lesser Thunderclap Sect was located atop Thunderclap Mountain.
The sect's predecessors had used tremendous methods to shave an entire mountaintop flat and build the sect's grand hall there.
That day:
An eagle soared through the sky and landed within the grand hall.