This world is dying.
As World Hunt Participant, Qin Ze could feel the lament of the World Will.
Qin Ze asked Sha Zhenzhu, who was leading the way, "Do you have Hunter in your world?"
Shushu wondered, "Hunter? What is that?"
Qin Ze frowned.
A civilization that has no Hunter but possesses Peak of Level Nine martial artists.
Without a doubt, it is yet another distorted world.
Qin Ze thought of the Spirit Divination Stick that could help the Molten Steel People establish a martial arts system.
Could the god of the Sand Race also be a strange beast suppressed by the Sword Bearer?
By a stroke of luck, he obtained authority related to the God of Machinery.
Help the mouse clan establish a martial arts system to facilitate their escape from danger.
That Oracle of Fate, with its utterly incompetent nature, is truly something else. When it does act, it sends the Five Elements Flying Swords flying right in front of you one after another.
Qin Ze secretly asked Miss Sword Case, "Did you sense the child's presence?"
Miss Sword Case replied, "No, it's deathly still here."
Perhaps it's too far, or perhaps Miss Sword Case's child really isn't here.
After walking in the desert for a while, a square came into view.
The square covers an area of about 300 square meters, with stone pillars at the four corners that are tens of meters high. The surface of the pillars is engraved with strange patterns and designs, which look like the totems of the rat tribe.
"Senior, this is the entrance to the underground city."
Qin Ze and Sha Zhenzhu stood in the center of the square on a circle with a diameter of several tens of meters. The pattern in the circle was a white mechanical gear.
Qin Ze then carefully observed the patterns on the stone pillar, which bore a striking resemblance to the Divine Markings of the God of Machinery.
Every detail reveals that this world has a profound connection with the God of Machinery.
The mouse explained, "The ground is too hot; the daytime high temperature can reach two hundred degrees Celsius."
"Martial artists are alright, but ordinary people can't withstand it."
"Therefore, hundreds of years ago, the Sand Race had all moved underground."
The Dharma King said on the Local Area Network, "No problem, mice should live in places where they can't see the light, which fits my stereotype of mice perfectly."
Sha Zhenzhu said, "Senior, please stand still. We'll be entering the dungeon now."
As she spoke, Sha Zhenzhu gently tapped the ground with her staff, and the patterns on the four stone pillars in the square slowly lit up from the bottom until the entire pillar was illuminated.
The giant gear beneath Qin Ze's feet began to glow, and a strong sense of weightlessness followed.
A white, transparent gear carried Qin Ze and his group down at a speed dozens of times faster than a traditional elevator.
In just a few breaths, they descended hundreds of meters underground.
Gradually, the gears began to slow down and came to a stop inside a square "matchbox".
Sha Zhenzhu said, "Senior, we've arrived at the dungeon."
As the matchbox door opened, a wide and bustling street came into view.
To Qin Ze's surprise, the underground city was not as dark and cramped as he had imagined; on the contrary, it was as bright and sunny as during the day.
Qin Ze looked up and saw the enormous sphere of light floating above the bustling city.
Sha Zhenzhu explained, "That's the sun, a gift from the gods. With this sun, even underground, we can still enjoy its light."
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes and saw countless tangled black threads within the sphere of light.
The Magician said, "It just looks like a giant light bulb; there's nothing technologically advanced about it."
The Mist Lord said, "A light bulb that can illuminate an entire city, and you're telling me it has no technological content?"
As Qin Ze stepped out of the matchbox, a emotionless, synthesized electronic voice rang in his ears.
[Welcome to Sand Race Underground City No. 1 ]
Zhenzhu, like a tour guide, continued her explanation, " Underground City No. 1 is the original dungeon, and also the largest. It is the center of all dungeons, and the temple is located here."
Qin Ze walked on the smooth road, with a dazzling array of shops on both sides, where he could see all kinds of male and female hamsters.
The Sand Race's architectural style is very similar to that of the Blue Flame Race, with a fondness for various domes and pointed roofs.
Walking down this Central Street, Qin Ze naturally became the most eye-catching person. All the rats passing by, regardless of age or gender, stared at him curiously, wondering where this hairless rat came from.
But when they saw the several temple Temple Guard Army beside Qin Ze, they all looked away, realizing they couldn't afford to offend him.
Zhenzhu, who was standing to the side, kept a close eye on Qin Ze's reaction, fearing that this big shot might get upset and start a fight.
Fortunately, Qin Ze did not react excessively to the curious gazes of the Sand Race around him, which made Zhenzhu feel much more at ease.
In fact, while the mice were observing Qin Ze, Qin Ze was also observing them.
The strength of the Sand Race can only be described as average. Most of the people on the streets are ordinary people, and the martial artists are all at the beginner level.
It seems that powerful individuals like Zhenzhu have long been absorbed by the temple.
Sha Zhenzhu led Qin Ze all the way to the end of Central Street, and then they began to go uphill.
Qin Ze could clearly sense the presence of a restrictive magic array nearby.
Unless someone as familiar with this place as Sha Zhenzhu is, any stranger who intrudes will trigger the restrictions here if they take the wrong step.
Upon reaching the summit of this artificial mountain, Qin Ze saw a magnificent hall.
Strangely, despite it being a temple dedicated to the Sand God, Qin Ze did not see any statue of the Sand God.
An elderly, slightly hunchbacked mouse waits in front of the temple gate.
Welcome, guest from afar.
The old man had a kind face and smiled slightly at Qin Ze.
Sha Zhenzhu, standing beside him, introduced, "This is the Grand Elder of the Temple."
Qin Ze spoke up, " Human Race, sword cultivator Lin Zhiyuan."
The old man also inadvertently noticed the Miss Sword Case behind Qin Ze: "Sword cultivator, please come in."
Sha Zhenzhu took a step back. "Senior, the Grand Elder will be accompanying you from now on. I need to go and hand over my mission."
Qin Ze nodded. "Thank you for your help along the way."
The Sand Race was truly the most polite and civilized people Qin Ze had ever encountered.
Their politeness always shows itself unintentionally.
Qin Ze followed the Grand Elder into the temple.
The temple's main hall was slightly inferior to the Demon Suppression Hall, but it was still magnificent.
There were no statues of gods in the hall either; instead, a scroll with writing in the language of rats hung on the wall.
Qin Ze used the Key Princess to translate the calligraphy, which meant. "Thank you to the Sand God for everything."
Please have a seat.
The Grand Elder and Qin Ze sat facing each other in a reception room.
"Your strength is extraordinary. It is an honor for the Sand Race to have any dealings with such a powerful figure as yourself."
The elder had no airs of authority whatsoever; he gave the impression of chatting casually with an old man at the village entrance.
Qin Ze: "You flatter me."
The old man also possessed the cultivation of the Peak of Level Nine, infinitely close to Demigod.
If it were Lao Dao, three strikes would be enough to take down the opponent.
The elder poured Qin Ze a cup of green Sand Race tea. After thanking him, Qin Ze voiced the questions that had been on his mind throughout the journey.
"The nobles worship the Sand God, so why haven't I seen any statues of the Sand God along the way?"
(Exhausted, that's all for today. Hoping for some free electricity!)