Yin wind swept through, mingled with spring breezes.
The wind was like blades, slicing the five viscera and carving into the six bowels.
Wang Quan sealed his pores and invoked the power of Golden Core Realm Nature Cultivation, yet still could not block this wind.
The female cultivator put away her handkerchief, leaving Wang Quan to endure the wind here alone.
"The wind here is the most ordinary, the most common."
"You need to get used to it."
Wang Quan nodded.
He rode the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust onward, observing his surroundings.
Desolation stretched as far as the eye could see.
Wind blew the sand, and sand followed the wind.
Black winds howled and yellow sand swept through, boundless killing intent and bleakness mingling within them.
After the two flew several hundred thousand li, chariots, spears, shields, and other objects like mountains appeared on the unchanging, desolate earth.
These were all broken Magic Treasures.
Though broken, these many Magic Treasures still radiated tremendous terror and power.
Beneath almost every broken Magic Treasure, some creature had been pinned.
Some creatures had already become white bones, while others were still alive and dripping blood.
Beneath a square-bladed painted halberd, a creature resembling a ghostly god shouted to a creature under a nearby shield, "Brother, let's work together to pull this square-bladed painted halberd out of me."
"Once I'm free, I'll be your mount. With the painted halberd and shield in hand, you can kill your enemies first, then mine. How about it?"
The being beneath the shield resembled a giant, except it had no head. Whenever it spoke, golden blood spurted from its neck with a hissing sound:
"I don't even have a head. Even riding you, I wouldn't be able to see my enemies. How could I take revenge?"