Yellow Sand Phantoms

Fourth Uncle poured a wisp of spiritual energy into the Nine-Pointed Star Black Disk in his hand. After sensing patiently, he pointed toward the front at his side, unable to contain the excitement spilling from his eyes.

Tang Yuan froze. Seeing that it was nearly the same direction they had been traveling, he did not feel much joy.

He knew that if they truly found that Floating Sand Ghost Pavilion, they would likely be delayed by it again.

The principle that delay bred change left him feeling uneasy and unsettled.

Besides, according to Fourth Uncle, all his former companions had met with trouble because of this Ghost Pavilion. It likely harbored terrifying dangers.

Lu Feng, however, felt differently. After a brief moment of thought, he said, "This is good as well. We can travel together for a while. If we find the Ghost Pavilion, opening it may trigger some strange phenomenon. Perhaps Old Ye will come looking for us himself."

Tang Yuan was startled. He had not considered that. On second thought, it did seem feasible. Compared to searching bitterly for Ye Fan in this boundless sea of sand, making a disturbance and drawing him over would clearly be much easier.

Having made their decision, the group traveled together in the direction where Arm Cloud Mountain and the Ghost Pavilion lay not far apart.

They walked from night into day, then from day into night.

Though they still encountered plenty of dangers along the way, fortunately, no more lives were lost.

The group hurried onward for nearly three days and three nights. Only at dawn on the fourth day did they finally stop.

But it was not because they had reached their destination. Rather, they had found many chaotic human footprints amid a stretch of flat yellow sand ahead.

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