In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty days had passed.
Across the boundless desert, sandstorms raged. A black-robed youth with a strange purple longsword on his back trudged through the blowing sand. Deep footprints marked the yellow sand behind him, only to be buried by the wind before long.
"Brother, how about we rest for a while? We can continue once this sandstorm passes," Long Kui's soft voice suddenly sounded from within the Demon Sword.
Xiao Se shook his head. "This sandstorm doesn't look like it'll stop anytime soon. I don't have that much time to waste here, and walking through the storm is also a form of cultivation. The priority is reaching the next location marked on the map."
Ever since leaving Mo City, Xiao Se had kept his X-Ray Vision activated. While searching according to the map Hai Bo Dong had given him, he also kept watch for any deep holes leading underground.
Unfortunately, he seemed to have forgotten exactly where that place had been in the original story. Helpless, he could only search one location after another.
Most importantly, the Tagor Desert's harsh environment was even more brutal than Xiao Se had imagined.
Under the blazing sun, the yellow sand beneath his feet was no different from freshly roasted beans in a wok.
The scorching sand blowing against his face forced him to cover himself with a thin membrane of Dou Qi, lest he end up disfigured.
His feet suffered even more. Every step he took made the corners of Xiao Se's mouth twitch in pain.
Fortunately, he was an alchemist. Before entering the desert, he had refined an ointment specifically for preventing burns and applied it in advance. Otherwise, his feet would have been covered in blisters.
Of course, everything had its pros and cons.