The desert stretched boundless and empty. As far as the eye could see, there was no sign of human life.
The Great Sun sank in the west, its light growing dim along the horizon. Against the desert, it lent the scene a desolate beauty.
The beacon smoke of the Primordial Era had faded, the Yellow River's ancient course had changed, yet Heaven and Earth remained.
Chu Feng had been walking alone through the desert for some time. He had barely taken a few sips of water, yet he still moved as though his feet had wings.
His health had been excellent for as long as he could remember. He had never fallen ill once in twenty-one years. Even people who had spent years exercising could not compare to him.
Back in high school, he had once taken on dozens of people and emerged full of energy. It was a frighteningly fierce feat.
That fight had made Chu Feng famous overnight. If he had not kept a clear head, he might have gone down a very different road...
But despite his robust health, Chu Feng was not exceptionally strong. He was only somewhat stronger than an ordinary person; he could not kill someone with a single punch.
That was assuming he did not strike a vital spot, of course.
It was as though all his physical gifts had gone into stamina, endurance, and the ability to take a hit.
Even so, it was enough. At least Chu Feng had never had to suffer anything like bullying while growing up.
Sometimes, he even stood up for others who were being bullied.
Many people thought Chu Feng had been born that way. In ancient times, with some training and a little more strength, he would have been an unmatched warrior.
Many organizations had