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His name is...Fan Yunfei?
The Lord of Ten Thousand Sands controls a region of heaven and earth.
I just released my magic power, so why didn't he come looking for me?
Are they very far apart?
Chapter 126 I only hope to have enough power when needed.
As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the boundless sea of sand, Mu Qinghan finally stopped.
He casually sat on a piece of dead wood that had been eroded by wind and sand, leaving only its trunk. His fingertips traced the rough texture of the wood, and his brows furrowed.
Where exactly is that thing that dead monkey was talking about?
He searched the Western Regions thoroughly, but he couldn't find a single person, let alone the opportunity for a breakthrough.
Throughout the day, all I could see were giant sandworms or a few sand foxes that would run away at the sight of people.
Oh, by the way, around noon, he also bumped into an old man in a coarse cloth robe who called himself the Fox King of the Western Regions at the foot of a sand dune.
Beside him was a shrewish-looking sand fox wearing only round-framed glasses.
He was already annoyed when he heard the old man rambling on about "my son being invincible." He impatiently waved his hand and sent the two foxes flying.
Night fell completely, and the desert moon appeared as if it had been washed clean, large and round.
The silvery light shone down on the sand without reservation, turning the rolling dunes into a soft silvery-white color.
The whistling wind swept past my ears, whipping up fine sand that rolled across the ground in ripples, much like ocean waves.
A faint "rustling" sound came from beneath the ground, as sand flowed through the soil. A dark shadow could be vaguely seen moving swiftly through it, causing the sand grains to tremble slightly wherever it passed.
Mu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids, but simply raised his head, his gaze fixed on the full moon, his figure appearing particularly lonely in the silvery light.
Just then, "Boom!"
A dull, loud bang suddenly erupted, and the sand beneath their feet bulged up abruptly. A dark shadow several meters thick burst forth from the ground, carrying a cloud of yellow sand as it hurtled straight toward Mu Qinghan's face.
The figure was covered in dark brown hard armor, and its limbs were covered in sand.
But its movement lasted only a moment before it abruptly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, fine lines of blood spread across the hard armor.
The next second, the giant insect's body was as if it had been cut by an invisible blade, instantly shattering into countless small pieces, collapsing to the ground with a "thud," becoming a messy pile of flesh.
Warm blood splattered in all directions, but when it came within three feet of Mu Qinghan, it suddenly turned into wisps of white vapor and silently dissipated in the night wind.
Mu Qinghan then lowered his head, looking at the mangled body in front of him, his brows furrowing slightly.
This insect was nearly twice the size of the sandworm he had encountered during the day. What was even stranger was that it had two short, thick black horns on its head, which gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Is it... a mutant species of sandworm?
He crouched down and touched the pair of black horns with his fingertips, feeling a cold, hard sensation.
After thinking for a moment, he stood up.
Whatever it is, if it's blocking the way, just kill it.
His gaze casually swept behind him, and in his field of vision, not far away, behind a black boulder about half a person's height, a yellow shadow was huddled there.
It's that mongrel dog.
He was clutching his chest, his mouth agape, his eyes filled with terror.
Mu Qinghan raised an eyebrow.
The stray dog had followed him since he entered the desert, staying neither too close nor too far, neither attacking nor leaving.
He wasn't interested in figuring out what the stray dog was thinking, so he just followed it.
As long as it doesn't bother him, he doesn't take this little thing to heart.
The night wind blew again, stirring up the sand and gravel on the ground, which rustled against the dead wood.
Mu Qinghan looked up at the moon again, the restlessness in her eyes fading, leaving only a calm expression.
Time is running out, what does that mean?
The stray dog covered its mouth tightly, feeling a chill run down its spine.
That which broke through the soil was the king of the sandworm clan from the Western Regions!
A great demon at the Demon King realm!
Get close and you'll turn into mud?
He is only at the Demon King realm now. Even if he can use the demonic power of the Demon Emperor realm for a short time, it cannot be sustained for very long.
As time goes by, it will turn into mud.
Fortunately, I was able to hide my demonic power and not be discovered, otherwise I might have turned into mud too.
I kind of miss my days when I was a Great Demon Emperor.
But just as this thought popped into my head, a childlike smile suddenly flashed before my eyes.
"Brother Fan, let's travel the world together!"
Fan Yunfei's gaze softened instantly.
A smile flickered in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a faint sadness.
He raised his hand, as if to touch something, but his fingertips only passed through a patch of cold moonlight.
The scene flashed before my eyes again; the boy was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
"Brother Fan, I...I want to live..."
"I want to...continue seeing this world..."
"I want to see what everyone will look like... when they grow up..."
"I...don't want...to die..."
If, if only then...
He possesses the strength of a Great Demon Emperor, doesn't he...?
So you won't have to die?
If you could grow up...
Fan Yunfei's gaze fell on his own palm. Would it turn out like this boy's?
He imagined what he would look like when he grew up.
He will wield his own sword, roam the world, and reign supreme.
They would draw their swords to help those in need, and linger over beautiful scenery, living a carefree and unrestrained life, free from any constraints.
But all of this was just his imagination.
The night wind whipped up fine sand, which brushed against his cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness.
His eyes welled up again, and he wiped away his tears.
Shaking its head, the stray dog cautiously peeked out half its head again.
He had been following this human for a whole day, from the sunrise to the moon high in the sky.
These humans wandered aimlessly through the sandy lands of the Western Regions, exploring almost every inch of the land they could reach.
What does he want to do?
Or are you just bored?
The stray dog recalled the scenes from the daytime.
Humans never seem to have a moment of peace throughout the day; they're either standing still, emanating an invisible aura.
That must be the magical power of a human cultivator, its range is ridiculously wide, even he could feel that faint sense of oppression when he was hiding in the sand pit several kilometers away.
Or it would suddenly stop, stare blankly at the ground, its eyes empty, seemingly lost in thought, before resuming its magical exploration after a while, as if searching for something extremely hidden.
You'll also encounter monsters along the way.
Those clever little demons were terrified at the sight of this human from afar and turned to run away. The human, however, didn't bother with them and let them escape.
But those monsters who were oblivious to their own mortality and dared to rush up to attack were turned into pieces of flesh on the ground in the next second before they could even unleash their moves, without even being able to let out a scream.
The only thing he didn't understand was that some monsters dared to talk to him, and when a monster took the initiative to talk to him, it would actually reply.
In the morning, a sand fox approached him and asked if he was lost. He actually stopped and chatted with the sand fox for a bit.
After a while, probably getting annoyed, he raised his hand and slapped the sand fox spirit away, sending it flying into some sand pile.
Thinking of this, the stray dog couldn't help but tuck its tail between its legs.
Because the one who got slapped away was his father!
That old man who called himself the Fox King of the Western Regions was his biological father!
He relentlessly mocked him face-to-face for half an hour, until even he himself couldn't take it anymore. The boy listened to the whole thing before finally slapping his cheap old man away.
Mu Qinghan gently moved his shoulders, and his joints made a soft "click" sound.
He straightened his back and slowly stood up from the dead tree. The hem of his clothes brushed against the night dew that had condensed on the wood, leaving a few fleeting wet marks.
He glanced at the distant outline of the rolling sand dunes, then, without further thought, stepped into the darker depths of the desert.
But as soon as he took his first step, something unexpected happened.
Without warning, the sand beneath my feet sank, and the once solid ground instantly became as soft as mud.
Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound came from underground, as if the sand grains were being pulled by an invisible force, collapsing downwards at an alarming rate.
Mu Qinghan suddenly felt her feet sink and her body fall downwards involuntarily, while the sand dunes and the full moon in front of her instantly moved upwards.
In the blink of an eye, a huge pit with a diameter of a hundred meters appeared beneath his feet. Gravel from the pit walls continued to slide down, making a "rustling" sound, like a giant open mouth about to swallow him whole.
Chapter 127 The Truth of What Happened Back Then (1)