Chapter 1045: The Crisis Facing the Carefree Sect
In the southern part of Star Sand Continent, a desolate plain stretched as far as the eye could see. Not a blade of grass grew there. There wasn't a living person to be seen, or even a single living creature.
This was one of the seven forbidden grounds of Star Sand Continent: the Ten Thousand Withered Wasteland.
It was said that an Ancient Battlefield lay here. Tens of thousands of cultivators had once fought with magic on this land, and their spells and magic treasures had turned the region into scorched earth, where not a blade of grass grew. Even after all these years, it had yet to recover.
Suddenly, a tremendous peal of thunder rang out above the wasteland. A flash of yellow light appeared, and three figures shot out from within it.
Two men and a woman, all three looked pale. Their clothes were torn and tattered, and they seemed rather disheveled.
All their clothes bore a conspicuous embroidered character: "Qu." It seemed to represent something.
"Damn it, who would've thought we'd be so unlucky as to teleport to an Ancient Battlefield? We nearly didn't make it out," complained a tall, burly middle-aged man.
"There was nothing we could do. Even though we had coordinates, teleportation to this Low-level Cultivation Star was random. Only by setting up a Cross-Star Domain Teleportation Array in advance could we teleport to a specific location. But I never expected a Low-level Cultivation Star to have a Spirit-Severing Land. If we hadn't detonated several unusual treasures and used secret techniques, we wouldn't have been able to escape! This place isn't as simple as we thought," said a voluptuous woman in a green dress, still shaken.
"Either way, we've finally escaped this godforsaken place. Let's hurry