Turning Harm into Treasure

After chatting idly for another half an hour, Jiang Ping'an bid Li Xuanxiao farewell and left Qingjian Peak. However, he did not rush to restore those dead lands and earn merit. Instead, he returned to Daheng Peak and stayed for several days, rotating through Hengxin Cave Mansion, Xiaguang Cave Mansion, and Cold Spring Cave Mansion twice each.

Several days later, Jiang Ping'an piloted his treasure ship away from the Mystic Weight Sect and headed for Ten Mile Gobi Beach in Hezhou Changle County.

A day later, Jiang Ping'an arrived at Ten Mile Gobi Beach within Hezhou Changle County. Before the treasure ship had even descended from midair, a stench of scorched desolation and death rushed at him.

Standing on the deck, Jiang Ping'an narrowed his eyes and looked down, his heart involuntarily tightening.

The earth looked as though a giant hand had brutally torn away a layer of flesh and skin. What lay exposed was not soil, but a dull, nearly gray-white hard surface, like a massive and hideous scar stretching across a county that ought to have been filled with green mountains and clear waters.

As far as the eye could see, there was not a trace of green, not even withered grass. There were only grotesquely weathered stone spires and gravel. Several bottomless ravines crisscrossed the land like the earth's cries of despair.

Even more unnerving was the "silence" here. It was not the tranquil quiet of ordinary wilderness, but an absolute dead stillness that devoured every sound. There were no insects chirping, no birds calling. Even when the wind passed through those stone spires and ravines, it produced only a low, whimpering howl that deepened the desolation.

The spiritual energy in the air was thin and impure. From time to time, he could sense a few strands