Before, whenever Mo Hua encountered the upper ranks of various sects—Sect Masters, Elders, the Young Master of the Corpse Path—he would always be calculating something, and murderous intent would stir within him.
But now, traveling with ordinary boatmen, eating and living alongside them, personally experiencing a measure of simple goodwill, he sensed a plain and honest "humanity."
The turmoil in Mo Hua's heart instead lessened considerably, and his understanding of "the common people" became a little clearer.
"People..."
Mo Hua was slightly startled, his expression thoughtful.
After that, the sand ship sailed on beneath wind and sand that blotted out the sky.
Mo Hua thus forgot his cultivation, forgot his identity, and like an ordinary low-level Body Cultivator, he worked diligently. When hungry, he ate; when tired, he slept.
By day, he leaned over the ship's rail and watched the boundless Sand Sea. At night, he stood on deck and watched the dim night beneath the windblown sands. His heart was tranquil, and much of the Killing Intent and viciousness within his Fate gradually faded away.
Half a month passed like this, and the voyage remained fairly smooth.
There were no great disasters, only the occasional minor trouble.
The most common of these were Sand Monsters.
Sand Monsters was a collective term for the demon beasts that dwelled in the Sand Sea.
Cultivators below Feather Transformation could not fly. Without a sand ship, they could not gain a foothold or travel through the vast Sand Sea, much less cross it safely.
But these Sand Monsters were different.
Compared with cultivators, Sand Monsters were naturally better adapted to the Sand Sea's environment, relying on its shelter to survive and reproduce generation after generation.
Their limbs, mouths, feet, feathers, tails, and the like had all mutated specifically to adapt to the Sand