Wang Wu stood at the edge of the desert and thought for a moment, but did not go himself. His true body would never leave the Hidden Origin Bell's protective range.
However, he still had three Supreme Hairs. He took one out and transformed it into Hao Mao Jun, then split off a strand of Divine Sense. In an instant, it silently crossed that invisible boundary and sped toward the desert.
Wang Wu's true body casually used the Ruyi Body Concealment Art, turning into a speck of dust as he waited where he was. This could serve as a signal relay station.
Otherwise, if the distance grew too great, he would be unable to sense or contact that strand of Divine Sense.
A short while later, Supreme Hair Lord had already gone more than ten thousand li deep. At last, Wang Wu began to see scattered escapees who looked like refugees. There were humans and demons, but no spirits for the time being.
They were all quiet, each one so thin they were skin and bones. They lurked underground, exposing only a nose or an eye. None spoke to one another. At a glance, they looked like desert zombies patiently waiting for prey to come knocking.
No, they truly were waiting for prey. Though the desert looked brutally inhospitable, there really were strange little insects within it. They were not active on the surface, but underground.
With a sweep of his gaze, Wang Wu saw at least several hundred hunting parties spread throughout a desert spanning thousands of li.
Some of those hunting parties had even gone tens of thousands of meters underground. Well, they were not merely hunting—they were also mining minerals and quarrying stone.
It was rather lively.
The farther forward he went, the more stone castles he