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Gu Sheng nodded, and the two quickened their pace. After crossing the last dune, a clear stream appeared before them.

The stream burbled softly, lush greenery lining both banks in stark contrast to the dead desert behind them.

Ling Xiao eagerly rushed to the stream, scooped up water, and drank deeply.

"Refreshing!"

Gu Sheng vigilantly scanned the surroundings before crouching down once he had confirmed it was safe.

The stream water was cool and sweet, washing the sand from his throat. The nerves that had been strained for days finally relaxed.

"We've left Qinghe Holy Land's sphere of influence."

Ling Xiao lay flat on the grass and let out a long breath.

"Up ahead are the mountains of Zixia Holy Land."

Gu Sheng looked toward the towering mountain range in the distance. Through the drifting clouds and mist, magnificent pavilions could faintly be seen.

"The Immortal Descent Realm lies deep within those mountains."

"That's one of the ten greatest cultivation grounds."

Ling Xiao sat up, his eyes filled with longing.

"But Zixia Holy Land keeps it under tight control. Outsiders can hardly enter."

Gu Sheng took a fiery red pearl from his robes. It gleamed brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

"That's why we need greater strength."

Ling Xiao's pupils contracted.

"The Heavenly Fire Red Lotus Pearl! You're planning to refine it now?"

"That's right."

Gu Sheng put away the pearl and rose to his feet.

"First, we need to find somewhere safe."

The two followed the stream upstream and soon entered a primeval mountain range.

Ancient trees towered overhead and blocked out the sky, while the roars of demonic beasts occasionally echoed from the depths of the mountains.

"Roar—" A three-eyed Demon Wolf sprang from the bushes, its fangs gleaming white.

Gu Sheng did not even look at it. With a