Another four days passed.
Long Zhanye has passed through the desert grassland that is relatively alive.
Now, he has truly entered the desert realm.
In front of you is an endless sea of golden sand, with undulating sand dunes like solid waves.
The scorching sun scorched the sand grains, and the air was scorching and distorted. As far as the eye could see, only yellow and white remained between the sky and the earth.
It is almost impossible to tell the difference between north, south, east and west, and there are no landmarks that can be used as reference points.
Long Zhanye can only rely on Detector in its hands and Flight Soul Guidance Device behind it.
He didn't dare to fly too high, lest he miss possible ground clues or energy fluctuations.
At the same time, we don't dare to fly too fast, and our spirit Divine Power must be released at all times, scanning this dead sea of sand.
He was conducting a boring and uncertain search in the boundless yellow sand.
The ninth day into the desert.
Hope is like water vapor in the desert, constantly evaporating.
Long Zhanye The dry food and water carried with him have been exhausted.
Only the last half of a pot of turbid water with a sandy smell was left in Storage Soul Tool.
Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and the discomfort caused by prolonged exposure to extreme heat and strong ultraviolet rays began to shake his will.
His lips were chapped and bleeding, his skin was sore from the sun, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his throat.
Flight Soul Guidance Device also made an unstable buzz due to long-term overload operation.
Long Zhanye licked his chapped lips, a cruel look flashed in his eyes.
"The last day... If we can't find any clues today, we must turn around immediately and fly out of this desert!"
He knows very well that continuing to go deeper when resources are exhausted is tantamount to suicide.
At noon.
The scariest moment of the day in the desert.
The sun hangs almost vertically overhead, pouring blazing light and heat mercilessly.
The temperature of the sand underfoot soared, the air was suffocatingly hot, heat waves steamed, and the scenery was distorted and distorted as far as the eye could see.
Long Zhanye felt dizzy and dizzy, and his physical strength and Soul Power dropped to the lowest point.
Just when his consciousness was in a trance, he almost couldn't hold on and fell from a low altitude.
His bloodshot Double Pupil seemed to capture the end of the undulating sand dunes in the distance, and there was a hint of...
Unnatural contours?
He shook his head violently, steeled himself, and looked intently.
Under the steaming heat waves and dazzling sunlight, the outline was vaguely visible, as if...
Is it the shadow of a building?
The style is peculiar, not like a natural formation, but more like some kind of man-made relic.
But most of it was buried by yellow sand, and only some ruins were exposed.
"Building? Why are there buildings here?" Long Zhanye was shocked.
There are buildings, which means there may have been human activities here, or even people!
There are people, which means there may be supplies - water, food, and even... information!
Long Zhanye didn't hesitate, even if it might just be a mirage, he had to go and take a look!
He adjusted his direction, urged the remaining Soul Power, and flew towards the illusory yet real shadow with difficulty.
The flight lasted nearly two hours.
As the distance gets closer, the outline of the building becomes clearer and clearer.
That is by no means an illusion, but a real ruin that has been ruthlessly eroded by time and sand.
It is built with a strange dark yellow stone, which is partially covered with sand and looks yellow. The style is rough and weird.
It has an architectural structure and atmosphere that does not belong to any empire today.
Huge stone pillars are half-buried in the sand, and the broken walls are carved with vague and difficult to distinguish lines.
The whole thing looks like an abandoned temple or fortress?
Long Zhanye's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.
Detector was held tightly in his hand. At this moment, the center of Detector was emitting a steady and weak light, pointing towards the depths of the ruins!
The source of Chaos Attribute's fluctuations is right here!
Is it an opportunity? Or another fatal trap?
Long Zhanye looked at this ancient ruins silent in the endless yellow sand.
He licked his chapped lips again, his eyes shining with vigilance and determination.
The building in front of you.
From a distance, it looks no different from the surrounding sand dunes.
But if you look closely, you can see that its outline has obvious artificial traces.
Tall, straight and pointed, it looks like a conical tower half-buried by wind and sand, and is incompatible with the surrounding natural landforms.
This is undoubtedly a man-made ruin, full of weirdness and mystery in the endless yellow sand.
Long Zhanye is wary.
But Detector's guidance and the extreme needs of his body left him no choice.
He walked up to the heavy wooden door, which was crooked and mostly stuck in the sand, and knocked hard.
The dull sound dissipated not far after reaching the silent desert.
Unexpectedly, there was movement from behind the door.
After a harsh friction sound, the wooden door was opened a gap from the inside.
A filthy heat wave mixed with low-quality alcohol, sweat, blood, and some indescribable smell of corruption hit his face.
A pair of cold eyes appeared from behind the crack in the door. They looked him over, and then the door was completely opened.
Step into it.
Long Zhanye found himself as if he had entered another world.
Outside is a scorching desert, but inside is a dark, depressing space filled with an inexplicable chill.
The interior of the building is much larger than it looks from the outside, with black rock walls and a few dim oil lamps...
This is actually a... tavern?
In the hinterland of this death desert, there is a tavern?
This in itself is full of absurdity and ominousness.
There were more than twenty people sitting sparsely in the tavern, most of them wearing shabby or strange clothes.
Sitting silently in the shadows, drinking the turbid liquid in the cup, minding their own business, rarely talking to each other.
However, the entire space was filled with a suffocating silence and depression.
As Long Zhanye entered, those originally lowered eyes swept towards him.
Cold, scrutinizing, with unabashed malice and a hint of... mockery?
But after just one glance, most people looked away.
It was as if he was just an insignificant intruder, or perhaps they were already accustomed to similar "newcomers".
Long Zhanye found an empty seat in a corner away from the crowd and sat down. The wooden tables and chairs were rough and stained.
Soon.
A waiter dressed in black and expressionless appeared at his table.
Her voice was flat. "What do you want?"
"Eat and drink." Long Zhanye said concisely.
Now, he urgently needs to replenish his physical strength.
The waiter didn't ask any more questions and turned to leave.
Long Zhanye was slightly relieved, although the atmosphere here was weird.
But as long as we can get food and water and regain some strength, it's always good.
However.
When the waiter returned again, he placed two large stoneware cups in front of him with a clang.
The liquid in the cup showed a dark red color, was thick and turbid, and exuded a strong and nauseating smell...