Just as Cheng Han had guessed.
The gaunt figure trudging alone through the Bewildering Sand Realm was a God General who had mastered a Space Element Divine Seal.
His title was—Light Shuttle God General.
At this moment.
The God General suppressed his astonishment and muttered softly, "This kid really has some skill!"
He then mumbled, "Since that child replied, I can lock onto his Myriad Mysteries Spirit Banyan Pistil next time and speak to him directly."
The previous method of communication was equivalent to a regional broadcast. Whether the other party received it depended entirely on fate.
As for "locking on," it was equivalent to establishing a link, allowing point-to-point conversation without the need for coded phrases.
Light Shuttle God General glanced into the distance again and discovered that the sandstorm was growing increasingly fierce.
By visual estimation alone, its advance speed was no less than five hundred kilometers per hour.
In another ten minutes or so, the overwhelming yellow sands, accompanied by unprecedentedly violent winds, would completely engulf this area.
Light Shuttle God General shook his head. "The Myriad Mysteries Spirit Banyan Pistil needs at least an hour for Spirit Recovery.
"This kid hasn't mastered a secret technique to accelerate Spirit Recovery either. I'd better find somewhere to take shelter first."
Although a God General could easily withstand a sandstorm, he disliked such an environment and would naturally avoid it if possible.
The so-called "Spirit Recovery," in more specific terms, was—cooldown.
After all, cross-realm communication was no ordinary secret art. Even though the Myriad Mysteries Spirit Banyan Pistil was a Divine Object, it was difficult for it to transmit two messages in succession.
Not long after.
The terrifying sandstorm completely swallowed this region.
Rumble!
Rumble!
The howling wind sounded like thunder.
A sand dune over three hundred meters tall,