In merely five breaths, High Priest Nahar had carried Ye Zhen across tens of millions of miles, appearing above a vast oasis.
At the very heart of the oasis stood a towering complex of buildings.
This was the seat of power of the Yizhi Sand Sea—the location of the Yizhi Temple.
Yet Ye Zhen was still immersed in surprise, or rather, disbelief.
Earlier, in that underground Sand Hall, Ye Zhen had made a demand of High Priest Nahar: the secret art for activating the Power of All Beings.
At the time, High Priest Nahar had burst into laughter, leaving Ye Zhen completely baffled.
"Old me thought you were going to name some great condition. And this was all you wanted?"
"Have you forgotten what I just said? In the future, you will become the ruler of the Yizhi Temple. One day, the entire Yizhi Sand Sea will be yours, let alone this secret art."
"Of course, if you still do not believe me, I can give you this secret art exclusive to the Yizhi Temple right now. But then the transaction between you and old me will be considered completely fulfilled."
After tossing Ye Zhen a jade slip, High Priest Nahar, as though he had gained some great advantage, impatiently swept Ye Zhen up in a whirl of yellow sand. Within a few breaths, they had reached the heart of the Yizhi Sand Sea—Golden City!
Ye Zhen had been wondering what he would do if High Priest Nahar refused.
How would he obtain the Yizhi Temple's secret art for activating the Power of All Beings?
Countless thoughts had passed through Ye Zhen's mind. He had even devised all manner of countermeasures and plans to slowly work toward it.
But he had never expected to obtain it so easily.
Once again,