Shen Luo and Nie Caizhu had barely entered the third level of the space when a scorching wave of air rushed toward them. When they turned back, the light gate behind them had already vanished.
Shen Luo gazed into the distance. A blazing sun hung overhead, wantonly radiating searing heat, while everywhere his eyes could reach was a hazy yellow Boundless Sea of Sand, without the slightest sign of an oasis or living creature.
"This looks like a dead zone. I can't sense even a trace of natural spiritual energy in the surrounding void, and my Divine Sense is severely restricted as well. The range I can investigate is less than a hundred zhang," Nie Caizhu said after glancing around.
"I'm slightly better off, but my Divine Sense can only probe a radius of a little over three hundred zhang. And for some reason, using Divine Sense here seems to consume far more than usual," Shen Luo added with a nod.
"A range of three hundred zhang is of little use. We should conserve our strength for now," Nie Caizhu said...
Shen Luo shared that opinion and immediately withdrew his Divine Sense.
At that moment, his brows suddenly rose. He strode several steps forward, then swept his sleeve fiercely toward the ground.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of breeze billowed from his sleeve, instantly whipping up a modest tornado on the ground and sending great swaths of yellow sand spiraling into the distance.
Where the tornado had passed, a shallow depression appeared in the ground, revealing half of a black stone stele's base.
Shen Luo bent down to inspect it. The break was smooth and sharp, and its color still retained the original texture of the stone. There were no traces of wind erosion or dirt and sand stains upon it.
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