Chapter 2973 The Mysterious Sandstorm
Instantly, a blast of heat, wind, and hard brittle particles surrounded Zen. He was entirely shrouded by the sandstorm.
For ordinary mortals and animals, the sandstorm was a dangerous threat, enough to draw blood and lift them off the ground. For Zen, however, it posed no threat at all.
The sandstorm swirled furiously around Zen, hurling fragments of broken rock at him, surrounding him in sand particles as big as raindrops. But an invisible barrier surrounded him. Every particle stopped inches away from his skin, and he moved unscathed through the storm.
He wondered how he could get to Excellence City, located in the north of the desert.
He smiled bitterly to himself, watching the bits of sand and rock flying harmlessly around him.
He remembered his first entrance into the divine land. He had been alone then. With no one to guide him, he had been slow in his explorations of the divine land, and everything had been new and confusing.
This time he was with a team led by Emily, who was familiar with the world. Zen had thought this would save him a lot of trouble, but then, he hadn't expected that they would be separated from each other the moment they entered the Source World.
Although the sandstorm couldn't hurt him, it interfered with his ability to gauge distances and tell which direction he was going. He had already used the Grand Teleportation over and over again, and yet he was still in the Sweltering Desert. He had not anticipated the enormity of the desert. He thought that even without the sandstorm, he would probably have some trouble navigating.
"This is taking too long. I need to find someone who will tell me how to make my way to Excellence City,"
Zen muttered. He was feeling perturbed, and took a breath to calm down. He stepped forward lightly and disappeared from the spot he stood in.
Using the Grand Teleportation, Zen tried his best to keep moving in the same direction. He figured that traveling in a straight line would be the quickest way out of the desert.
Zen kept going. And going.
He was getting exasperated again. By his calculations, he had already traveled some 50, 000 miles using the Grand Teleportation.
And yet, every time he emerged from the spatial passageway, he still found himself faced with whirling sand on all sides.
As he studied the particles of the sandstorm, spinning inches from his face, a strange thought came to Zen.
Of course, sandstorms were to be expected in this climate. It was normal for a desert, especially a large one, to have multiple sandstorms on a windy day. But he had traveled 50, 000 miles. Was he in a different sandstorm, or still in the same one? I
me language. They would be able to communicate clearly.
The Source World was itself the source of the cultural heritage of the divine land, including their language.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just passing by," Zen replied flatly.
Skeptical faces looked back at him. The young men clung to their machetes. They obviously weren't inclined to welcome him in just yet.
But then a soft voice spoke from within the inner recesses of the tent. "Let him in."
"But Master Maggie..." said the young man with a scar, sounding anxious.
The woman called Maggie said, "Just let him in. He is clearly strong enough to kill all of us. If he were really sent by the king, we would be dead already."
Zen respected the woman's intuition. She was right. He could smash this tent and the people within in a single blow.
At Maggie's words, the young men stirred, traces of fear appearing in their eyes as they began to process how Zen had disarmed them. It was true. They were no match for the intruder.
The young man hesitated, and then motioned with his hand for his companions to make way for Zen. As they stepped aside, Zen saw that there were passageways connecting the tents to each other.
He went inside and into the passage from where the woman's voice had emerged. As he walked forward, a faint fragrance filled his senses. He saw a woman standing in a small tent, covered with a veil.
A small round face peered at him from beneath the thin veil. She had deep-set eyes. She was no great beauty, but there was an air of the exotic about her, a sense of charm and vitality.
"You are a complete stranger to us and our ways. That must mean you arrived here at the Sweltering Desert by accident, right?" A single look was all she needed to know this.
For ordinary mortals and animals, the sandstorm was a dangerous threat, enough to draw blood and lift them off the ground. For Zen, however, it posed no threat at all.
The sandstorm swirled furiously around Zen, hurling fragments of broken rock at him, surrounding him in sand particles as big as raindrops. But an invisible barrier surrounded him. Every particle stopped inches away from his skin, and he moved unscathed through the storm.
He wondered how he could get to Excellence City, located in the north of the desert.
He smiled bitterly to himself, watching the bits of sand and rock flying harmlessly around him.
He remembered his first entrance into the divine land. He had been alone then. With no one to guide him, he had been slow in his explorations of the divine land, and everything had been new and confusing.
This time he was with a team led by Emily, who was familiar with the world. Zen had thought this would save him a lot of trouble, but then, he hadn't expected that they would be separated from each other the moment they entered the Source World.
Although the sandstorm couldn't hurt him, it interfered with his ability to gauge distances and tell which direction he was going. He had already used the Grand Teleportation over and over again, and yet he was still in the Sweltering Desert. He had not anticipated the enormity of the desert. He thought that even without the sandstorm, he would probably have some trouble navigating.
"This is taking too long. I need to find someone who will tell me how to make my way to Excellence City,"
Zen muttered. He was feeling perturbed, and took a breath to calm down. He stepped forward lightly and disappeared from the spot he stood in.
Using the Grand Teleportation, Zen tried his best to keep moving in the same direction. He figured that traveling in a straight line would be the quickest way out of the desert.
Zen kept going. And going.
He was getting exasperated again. By his calculations, he had already traveled some 50, 000 miles using the Grand Teleportation.
And yet, every time he emerged from the spatial passageway, he still found himself faced with whirling sand on all sides.
As he studied the particles of the sandstorm, spinning inches from his face, a strange thought came to Zen.
Of course, sandstorms were to be expected in this climate. It was normal for a desert, especially a large one, to have multiple sandstorms on a windy day. But he had traveled 50, 000 miles. Was he in a different sandstorm, or still in the same one? I
me language. They would be able to communicate clearly.
The Source World was itself the source of the cultural heritage of the divine land, including their language.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just passing by," Zen replied flatly.
Skeptical faces looked back at him. The young men clung to their machetes. They obviously weren't inclined to welcome him in just yet.
But then a soft voice spoke from within the inner recesses of the tent. "Let him in."
"But Master Maggie..." said the young man with a scar, sounding anxious.
The woman called Maggie said, "Just let him in. He is clearly strong enough to kill all of us. If he were really sent by the king, we would be dead already."
Zen respected the woman's intuition. She was right. He could smash this tent and the people within in a single blow.
At Maggie's words, the young men stirred, traces of fear appearing in their eyes as they began to process how Zen had disarmed them. It was true. They were no match for the intruder.
The young man hesitated, and then motioned with his hand for his companions to make way for Zen. As they stepped aside, Zen saw that there were passageways connecting the tents to each other.
He went inside and into the passage from where the woman's voice had emerged. As he walked forward, a faint fragrance filled his senses. He saw a woman standing in a small tent, covered with a veil.
A small round face peered at him from beneath the thin veil. She had deep-set eyes. She was no great beauty, but there was an air of the exotic about her, a sense of charm and vitality.
"You are a complete stranger to us and our ways. That must mean you arrived here at the Sweltering Desert by accident, right?" A single look was all she needed to know this.
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