He had no idea how long he had walked, or how far.
The scenery around him never changed in the slightest. There was no sound, not even wind.
If Ouyang had not occasionally looked back and seen the long trail of footprints he had left behind,
he would even have wondered whether he was marching in place.
"Does the quest prerequisite seriously involve walking a marathon hundreds of miles long? Is it insane?" Ouyang stopped in dissatisfaction, wanting a rest.
Strangely enough, although he felt he had walked for a very long time and had no True Essence in his body, he did not feel the slightest bit tired.
He only wanted to stop and rest because walking had grown boring, and he wanted to think through a plan.
There was a distinctly dark patch on the horizon, but even after walking so far, he still could not make out what it was. Apart from the dark area growing a little larger, nothing had changed.
At this rate, he could practically walk himself to death before reaching it.
Ouyang lay spread-eagled on the yellow ground. The ocher sand and soil had no earthy smell at all. Bored, he scooped up a handful and examined it closely.
In the end, Ouyang reached a conclusion: it was ordinary sand and soil.
Desertification here was far too severe because nobody protected the environment!
Only Ouyang, bored out of his mind right now, had the leisure to entertain such a useless observation. Apart from prompting him to inwardly condemn cultivators who neglected the environment and lacked public spirit, it served no purpose whatsoever.
"Is there any way to make me walk faster?" While Ouyang pondered a solution, the rope at his waist seemed to recognize its master's troubles and began wriggling in front of