Moyun Gobi

Chu Mu swept his sleeve, gripping the Three Foot Blade in his palm. The blade came down, and a dazzling streak of saber light crashed down with it.

The saber light sank into the halo, encountering no tangible obstruction whatsoever, and fell straight onto the world membrane beyond it.

After that instant burst of sharpness, an exceedingly fine crack appeared in the world membrane within the halo.

"Go!"

Chu Mu stepped forward. Drawn by his mana, the dozen or so Longevity Sect disciples he had saved moved with him, slipping into that tiny crack.

Just as expected, the instant they entered the crack, an intense sensation of the world spinning around them surged forth, as though they were being teleported.

When he steadied himself and heaven and earth came into view, with the boundless, directionless chaotic unknown no longer surrounding him, Chu Mu could not help but feel a weight lift from his chest.

He looked around. Endless wilderness stretched before him, with yellow sand filling the sky; there was no need for further investigation.

With a slight sweep of his senses, an approximate location surfaced in his mind.

"Fortunately."

Chu Mu let out a long breath, clearly feeling somewhat fortunate.

After all, he had just crossed from Outside the World into the world itself. Though it seemed there had only been a world membrane in the way, a world was like a mustard seed. Entering from Outside the World, everything within was unknown to him.

It was like a random teleportation. No one could know where that brief crossing might send him within this world.

This Gobi before him...

If he remembered correctly, it should have been the Moyun Gobi at the southern end of the Star Luo Grassland. The power controlling this place...

"The Duo Yan Tribe?"

Chu