The Days of Being Forced to Become the Savior of a Cultivation Civilization

Years later, when Guixu Jun faces the Yu Ya pointing straight at his brow, he will remember himself and it, and that afternoon when he first met it.

The sun hung high in the sky, freely radiating light and heat onto this parched land.

Sweat dripped from Zhiyue's forehead onto the sand, evaporating instantly.

He clutched his chest, trying to catch his breath, and an aged voice echoed in his mind:

"The dust storm has subsided, and we're heading back. How's it going on your end, Little Stone?"

Zhiyue took two deep breaths, finally stabilizing his breathing. He glanced at the girl lying on the ground; her painful groans were impossible to ignore.

"Uncle Zhang, something's come up here... I'll be back later, you don't need to wait for me."

Zhiyue's mouth was tightly closed, causing no fluctuation in the air, yet his voice could be heard for miles.

After a moment of silence, the other party responded:

"Understood. Little Stone, we believe in you, but don't blame me for being long-winded, this desolate desert is full of dangers, so be careful at all times. The dust storm just passed, so be wary of the aftershocks."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang, you know I'm always prudent in my work. It's not a big problem, I'll be back soon."

After the conversation ended, Zhiyue finally had a chance to take a closer look at the girl.

At first glance, the most striking feature is her long, smooth, platinum blonde hair, which is haphazardly piled on her body and glitters under the midday desert sun. She wears a long white dress with gold trim, the loose fit of which cannot conceal her beautiful figure.

But now, Zhiyue had absolutely no interest in appreciating the scenery. He squatted down, placed a finger under her nose, and frowned.

"Fortunately, he's still alive... but how can there be a lack of oxygen in this desert?"

His gaze was fixed on the girl's ashen face. She had delicate features and fair skin, a true beauty, but now her face was pale and bruised, her lips were purplish-blue, her brows were furrowed, and she could still make faint moans from time to time.

Zhiyue's eyes swept over the girl's entire body, and a slit on her abdomen caught his attention. With a gentle peel, what was revealed was not snow-white skin, but a dark red opening.

Without hesitation, Zhiyue gently lifted the girl's shirt, silently reciting, "This is an overreach by a healer."

A horrifying gash stretched across his abdomen, yet not a drop of blood flowed out, leaving only a tear in his clothes. The flesh around the wound showed no signs of necrosis or contraction; instead, it appeared frozen in time.

"A counter-measure," was Zhiyue's first reaction. Then he closed his eyes and channeled his consciousness into his sea of ​​awareness—this was his second reaction.

When he opened his eyes again, his consciousness appeared in a vast, empty space. The familiar, earthen-yellow ocean was not there. Just last night, they had become one failed prototype after another of the spells, dissipating and returning to nature.

"Damn it, not a single drop of reverse essence is left... What kind of prologue is this?"

All the methods of the Reverse Ones can be explored by mobilizing the Reverse Yuan to enhance the senses. However, it was very unfortunate that just last night, he had "gone all" with almost all of his Reverse Yuan in order to deduce a new technique, and just now, he had completely exhausted his last bit of resources to barely snatch the girl's life from the hands of death.

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Let's go back to a short time ago.

"Good! Haha, Brother Shan's rock spear technique is truly masterful, every thrust is accurate!"

An old man, hunched over, stood on the corpse of a giant scorpion as tall as a person, chuckling.

"Mr. Zhou, how old are you? Why are you still calling me 'brother' like those brats?"

Zhiyue wiped the sweat from his forehead, drew the boning knife from his waist, and precisely stabbed at the gaps in the giant scorpion's joints. He exerted all his strength but couldn't cut it. With another burst of effort, he finally managed to peel off the giant scorpion's exoskeleton.

"Haha, shouting like that makes me seem young; I can live another five hundred years!"

Uncle Zhang, who had been smiling to the side, stopped smiling upon seeing this and secretly transmitted his voice to Zhiyue:

"Little Stone, you're not in good shape today. Why do you seem so lacking in 'reverse energy'?"

Zhi Yue paused for a moment, but did not stop what he was doing. He continued cutting the thick muscles of the giant scorpion's tail and said:

"Yes, so please come a little closer."

The man called Uncle Zhang slowly walked to his side:

"So tense, you can't even handle telepathic communication anymore."

Zhiyue gave a bitter smile:

"Yeah, I tried my luck last night, trying to come up with something new, but I failed. Now I'm really strapped for cash and have to be careful with everything I do."

Uncle Zhang mocked:

"You see, don't do things you're not sure about. The so-called 'rebellious' means going against the heavens. Without the 'rebellious energy,' you can't move an inch. The 'rebellious energy' is not only the foundation of spellcasting, but also the source of nourishing the body."

Zhiyue's counterattack:

"See, didn't you give me the opportunity to experience what it feels like to cut off the reverse-energy nourishment?"

Uncle Zhang nodded:

"Yes, that was my question. How about it? Do you feel it now? How important is the nourishing effect of reverse energy on the body?"

"Yes, I felt it. My muscles ached, I was sweating profusely... and my strength had waned. It was really uncomfortable all over."

With a sudden burst of strength, Zhiyue finally chopped off the half-meter-thick scorpion tail and jumped off the giant scorpion's back.

Uncle Zhang continued to nod:

"That's right. The essence of the Reverse Yuan is order, the opposite of chaos. I believe you were taught this principle before you left your family."

Zhiyue moved his stiff body:

"Yes, but no matter how many times you say it, nothing beats actual experience."

A rustling wind rose, gently ruffling Zhiyue's hair. A wind rising from the desert floor was hardly a good omen. Everyone looked in the direction the wind was coming from:

"Damn it, it's a dust storm, and it looks like it's going to be pretty big."

Master Zhou's expression was solemn, while Uncle Zhang decisively waved his hand and gave the order:

"Quickly gather the materials and prepare for the impact as soon as possible. Be fast! Losing some is okay!"

The five rebels present acted quickly, gathering the materials they had taken from their prey and assembling together.

As the sand wall drew closer, Uncle Zhang gave the order:

"Four……"

He paused, glancing at Zhiyue beside him:

"The Three Elements Formation!"

At his command, all the rebels except Zhiyue's eyes lit up, and a golden light, yellowish-brown in color, burst forth from their eyes.

Boom! Three stone walls rose from the ground and converged in mid-air, forming a cone-shaped enclosed space that kept the dust storm out.

Soon, a dust storm struck, and the sand grains that had been dutifully staying on the ground flew joyfully into the air like children summoned by their mothers, eagerly joining this dance party that belonged only to them, only to suffer the people of Zhiyue who happened to be standing on their tour route.

Driven by the fierce wind, grains of sand relentlessly pounded against the cone. However, the rock wall was thick enough that the roaring sounds from the outside were reduced to rustling noises inside.

"Hey, Shan-ge, not feeling well today?"

"I complained," Zhou Ye said. An old woman beside him chimed in; she too had white hair, but was much healthier than Zhou Ye.

"I think you're really getting old, and your eyesight isn't what it used to be. Didn't you see that Xiao Yue is covered in sweat? It's obvious that he's running out of reverse energy."

"Oh, my problem, my problem. I didn't think of that. Even Young Master Zhiyue sometimes lacks Reverse Yuan?"

Zhiyue smiled bitterly:

"I've been in Rainbow Village for so many years, and you still call me 'young master'?"

A loud noise interrupted their conversation. The vertebral body began to vibrate violently, emitting a rumbling sound.

"Uh, the rock face is unstable? Is the wall thickness insufficient?"

Master Zhou was puzzled, and Uncle Zhang provided the answer:

"No, the dust storm has intensified. Aunt Liu, drill a probe hole on the leeward slope and see what's going on."

The old man who had just been criticizing Master Zhou nodded and did as he was told.

The expected beam of light did not shine in.

"Hey? That's strange, why is there no light?"

As Zhiyue approached, darkness fell. Sandstorms blotted out the sun, and the wind, no longer a mere howl, now sounded like the shrill wails of a vengeful ghost, sharp and piercing, as if threatening to blow everything away.

"I've never seen such a violent dust storm in my entire life."

Zhou Ye's rant:

"Don't even mention you, I've never seen it either."

This is bad. It seems everyone will be stuck here for a while, waiting for this terrifying dust storm to pass, and can only silently pray that it won't last until it really gets dark.