After roughing it and keeping a low profile on the road, Mo Hua arrived at Great Wind Ferry about half a month later.
Great Wind Ferry was a ferry crossing on the Sand Sea, originally remote and crude.
But beyond the ferry lay the Sand Sea, and on the other side of the Sand Sea was the Fourth-Grade Great Desert City. With so many people passing through, it had gradually become a little immortal city that was not quite an immortal city.
Many cultivators who made their living as traveling merchants, traders, or ferry operators had gathered here.
Standing at the Great Wind Ferry crossing, Mo Hua looked into the distance and could already see rolling yellow sands far away, with wind, smoke, and dust rising skyward and blotting out the heavens and earth.
This was the Sand Sea.
And beyond the Sand Sea lay the Great Wilderness. A scorching heat rushed at his face through the blowing sand, carrying the aura of Bingzan, Flowing Fire, pain, and slaughter intertwined together. It made his blood surge, his heart pound like a war drum, and his body restless.
Mo Hua let out a soft breath, calmed himself, and stepped into Great Wind Ferry.
Great Wind Ferry was a chaotic, clamorous mess at this time.
There were impoverished local cultivators, all manner of foreign cultivators, family cultivators, sect cultivators, and even some solitary cultivators who marched to the beat of their own drum.
Many of these cultivators carried Killing Intent, clearly having quite a bit of blood on their hands.
Others were wrapped in Black Robes, their auras concealed and restrained.
But Mo Hua could clearly sense that these people were Demonic Cultivators.
The situation in the Great Wilderness was growing ever more chaotic.
Those who could enter the Great Wilderness were