Unlike ordinary mortal oases, which grew ever more pitted and desolate over time after enduring the ravages of wind and sand,
mortals found it extremely difficult to survive there as well.
The oases in the Far West Sand Sea were different. The farther inward one went, the more lush they became.
Towering mountains and flowing waters were not impossible illusions here.
This was thanks to a great ring of Sand Thorn Wood planted around the outskirts of each oasis. Their vast, dense branches effectively blocked the wind and sand, retained water, and encircled the city.
Within the city, wind-attributed formations spread throughout the oasis, blowing the sand and dust outward.
They ensured that the oasis would not be eroded.
The water sources were stabilized with formations as well, sweet and refreshing, flowing without end.
Though they were not lavish enough to plant water rice and the like, growing drought-resistant grains was effortless enough.
Thus, although the mortals of the oasis often saw cultivators in their daily lives, their reverence for cultivators was even stronger than that in Yan Country of the Eastern Region.
After all, some oases had once lacked cultivators. Not only did they suffer beneath the wind and sand every day, they also had to constantly fear their water sources drying up and their oasis vanishing.
And in recent days, with the auction approaching, these mortals had been even more awestruck. All around them were streaks of flight light in every color, enormous azure bird-type spirit beasts, and gigantic Spirit Boats that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
Within the immortal city, two- and three-story pavilions stood everywhere. At this moment, cultivators had become incredibly dense as well. If not for spiritual energy perception, many Rogue Cultivators might have thought mortals had mixed in among them.