"Yingzi."
"Hmm?"
"The vulture never said that this amber-like picture would move, did it?"
"It never did, but it noted that this place was strange, and mirages often appeared."
The two stared at the blurry image within the crystal, frowning deeply. By rights, mirages should appear in the sky. Why would crystal melted, cooled, and solidified by Solar True Fire move? Neither intended to dig it open and see what was inside. In a perilous place, they had to remain wary of every anomaly. Who knew whether that thing was dangerous?
Yu stood and shook the dust from her sleeves.
"That Old Bald Bird had better not be lying to us, or I'll shoot straight through its bald skull with a crossbow bolt."
Going back was out of the question. They could only keep moving forward.
Feng Ying was rather open-minded about it.
"It swore an oath upon the Heavenly Dao, so it is unlikely to deceive us. Flying birds and rat demons can hardly avoid omissions when scouting dangerous lands. Let's continue on our way and get through this godforsaken place as soon as possible."
Wearing sunglasses, the two calculated the direction of the next landmark and walked across the dazzling white Crystal Land.
There was wind here as well—scorching, scorching hot wind that blew wildly without any pattern.
They had just been walking into the heatwave when it abruptly shifted into a crosswind, and the air filled with dense fire elements.
After walking for less than an hour, the wind suddenly stopped.
Yu's shoulders slumped as she sighed helplessly.
"I suspect that bald bird likes eating cooked corpses. Or maybe it prefers them half-charred."
Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two gazed at the red sandstorm approaching like a tsunami. Dark-red flames surged and burned as they rapidly closed