Buried in the Sea of Sand

Wu Qi sighed but did not speak.

Something significant must have happened that forced the Angel God to bury the entire city in order to eliminate these Evil Spirit Master.

Murals are the best means and method for recording history. Text may be lost, but paintings will not.

The truth of history can be influenced by the mindset of the recorder.

However, judging from the style of these murals, the painters must have approved of the actions of the Angel God.

The fact that they would condone eliminating Evil Spirit Master at the cost of civilians shows just how ruthless these Evil Spirit Master are!

Unfortunately, there are only murals here, no treasures.

Chen Nan walked forward on his own, urging, "Let's go. What's the point of studying history for people like us?"

But it wasn't a complete loss.

At least after returning, Wu Qi can compile the history of this place into a book and include it in the Library Pavilion of the Spirit Hall for future generations to read.

The only pity is that the name of this Kingdom is not available, so it has to be replaced by other means.

As for the unknown details, they can only be found in the Ancient Book of the Spirit Hall.

After walking for a while, the group emerged from the pipes and arrived at the Outskirts the city.

It was already evening, and darkness was approaching.

Wu Qi always felt that this place would be buried by sand again after dark.

Gold and silver treasures were not what he needed; obtaining a Scepter of dubious origin was a gain in itself.

However, Chen Nan was unusually obsessed with the treasure and tried to return to the city to participate in the fight for it.

Hunter pointed to the ruins of houses not far away and laughed, "That person who could leave murals in the pipes must be extremely familiar with the city's terrain, especially the Pipeline System."

"If my guess is correct, then there is a very high probability that this person lives in the Wooden House outside the pipe."

After the entire city was buried by sand, the Wooden House could not bear the weight and collapsed.

Most importantly, would someone who knows the Kingdom's history spanning centuries, especially its Royal Family family, be Ordinary Person?

The painters were either Imperial Court historians or members of the Royal Family family!

How could someone like that not possess hidden treasures?

"So, go search under the ruins. If there's treasure, take it; if not, let's leave."

Upon hearing this, Chen Nan rushed forward first, and Qiangu Changkong and Chen Ping followed suit.

Wu Qi and Hunter stood still, without making any move.

"You don't want the treasure? Once we get out, this will all be your wealth," Hunter asked with a smile.

Wu Qi shrugged. "Human greed is limitless. Even after finding a hundred Gold Soul Coin, people still want more."

"In a team, someone always needs to stay clear-headed and lend a hand when necessary."

Hunter smiled calmly, neither confirming nor denying.

An evening breeze rose, stirring up a light dust cloud and carrying the Bloody Stench, which rushed towards us.

They were lucky; there was indeed some treasure beneath the Wooden House, mostly dusty gold and silver, and a few jewels.

Chen Nan was enjoying himself immensely, carrying a large amount of gold in a bundle without feeling the weight; instead, his face was full of smiles.

Wu Qi urged, "Let's go. It's getting dark, and we won't be able to see the surrounding situation clearly in time, which could lead to unnecessary danger."

"Let's go up first. If this place hasn't been buried by dawn, we can come down later."

Having made a profit, Chen Nan naturally had no objections.

But when they reached the edge of the city and arrived at the sand dunes, they were suddenly faced with a dilemma.

When they come down, they can slide down the curve of the sand dune to the ground.

However, the sand is soft and slippery, making it difficult to climb upwards and causing landslides.

The slope is over a hundred meters high. Even Soul Douluo would find it difficult to leap to the top of the sand dune without the ability to fly.

Chen Nan was greatly alarmed, but he was finally willing to believe that something was strange about this place.

Fortunately, Wu Qi possesses the ability to fly, allowing him to pick everyone up one by one.

On the vast Sand Land, their previous Camp was still there, but there were signs that it had been visited, and a lot of the food Camp had been stolen.

Chen Nan cursed this incessantly, but then, remembering the gold and silver valuables in her possession, she couldn't help but start counting them.

Both Qiangu Changkong and Chen Ping reaped considerable rewards, with their combined total value exceeding ten thousand Gold Soul Coin.

Why not take free money?

Wu Qi couldn't help but tease, "Are you planning to carry them all the way, or put them in Soul Tool?"

Chen Nan had already guessed their origins; if he put them into Soul Tool, wouldn't that be an admission of guilt?

Carrying heavy gold and silver jewelry would certainly slow them down during their journey.

The two scratched their heads and couldn't help but say, "At worst, we can just break up with her. Anyway, we know what to do next."

Wu Qi shook his head.

It's not the right time to disband the team yet.

Most Exiles went to the Royal Capital for the treasures, and there was little fighting among them when no treasures appeared.

But the Oasis is completely different.

Over the centuries, countless Soul Master have been banished to the Lost Grand Canyon.

The Oasis has limited carrying capacity and cannot support so many people.

Most importantly, they didn't know how big the Oasis was!

If it's large enough and has enough resources, then it's fine.

Conversely, Exiles will constantly fight for survival.

With the situation unclear, having an additional strong player increases the chances of victory.

Wu Qi didn't think he could easily obtain the Sand Mandala.

Otherwise, why would the Worship Hall lower the requirements to simply obtaining a single leaf to pass the test?

Many Exiles had already seized the treasures, but just as they were about to leave, they were blocked by the sand dune in front of them.

It's important to understand that not every Soul Master with the ability to fly can achieve the same Flight Ceiling as Wu Qi.

Among these Exiles, Soul King and Soul Emperor are only a minority; most Soul Elder and Soul Ancestor- level flying Soul Master can only fly at a height of fifty meters, far from enough to escape.

In order to leave, the Exiles had to return to the city and build a ramp out using materials salvaged from buildings.

In the early hours of the morning, a fierce storm broke out.

The sandstorm that had disappeared for a day returned once more, completely obscuring the view ahead.

Wu Qi and the others in the Camp sensed something was wrong and quickly scattered in all directions.

Qiangu Changkong and Chen Ping quickly stored the gold and silver treasures into their Soul Tool. They hadn't run far when a vortex appeared on the ground and swallowed their Camp.

The five people ran to a safe area, quickly regrouped, and looked at the huge collapse in front of them, feeling as if they had survived a disaster.

In the city below, a sand dune over a hundred meters high collapsed with a deafening roar, flooding the city.

Of the Exiles, only a small fraction survived after discarding their valuables.

All the rest of the people were buried in the sea of sand.

All of this happened so suddenly that many Exiles were still fighting in the city and had no chance to react!