This was one of the areas about to enter Tongtian Mountain. In reality, it covered a vast region. Even though Xianli and I had come to scout it once before, the places we had actually seen amounted to no more than a tiny area on the map, so I had never been to our current location.
After putting away the flying carriage, we traveled through the night behind Feng Zhen. As he adjusted his strength, he also transformed the spiritual energy purified of poison. As a senior scavenger from Fallen Wood Valley, the old man was highly skilled at managing his spiritual power. Before long, he had picked up speed. If I had not already entered the Spirit Accumulation Realm, I probably would not have been able to keep up with the old bastard's wind-attribute movement technique.
After roughly half an hour, we arrived at a low-lying area that looked utterly unremarkable. The layer of sand here was still very thick, and there was clearly a great deal of it.
In one place, stones of the same color had even been piled into what appeared to be a cave abode, with a huge boulder pressed on top.
"This is the place." Feng Zhen pointed around the area, then said, "This was originally a gap in the strata. As the climate changed, the demonic aura of Tongtian Mountain would trigger weather patterns resembling tides. This place was probably flooded every few years. As the wind blew constantly, it eventually became a place where windblown sand gathered, and it was also frequently visited by demonic-aura tornadoes. A great deal of material that could not be corroded by the demonic aura accumulated here. Some of the sand spread over the top was from what I had been contaminated with earlier. To prevent storms