All kinds of people went to the Land of Chaos, but none of them were good folk.
Though the old man was unafraid, he still kept his distance.
"Many thanks," Xu Zimo said. He did not linger, instead taking Lu Ling and flying toward the borderlands.
Seeing Xu Zimo leave, several youths poked their heads out from behind the old man and asked, "Master, can't we just travel through the air? We're not far away anyway."
At those words, the old man frowned.
He rebuked them, "Making you cross the desert on foot is meant to temper your Dao heart.
Rotten wood cannot be carved."
"Master, don't be angry. We'll walk, all right?" The youth shrank back, not daring to say another word.
They were disciples of a force called Heavenly Sword, located east of the desert.
This time, their master had brought them to the Land of Chaos for training as well.
Though the Land of Chaos was dangerous, it could also make a person grow rapidly.
Besides, with their master secretly protecting them, their lives would not be in danger.
The journey to the borderlands was swift.
When they arrived, Xu Zimo brought Lu Ling out of the Time Shuttle.
This borderland was a boundary line of the Land of Chaos.
The territory of the Land of Chaos was divided by this borderland, according to the wishes of the four great territorial powers.
No matter how the Land of Chaos developed, it could not take a single step beyond the borderlands.
Even grander than the Great Wall, the borderlands stood at the edge of heaven and earth, at least several hundred zhang high. It was truly a work of ghosts and gods.
It was not merely a boundary line; it even blocked the encroaching desert outside.
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