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

Meanwhile, on the other side...

A beam of light suddenly pierced the vertebra.

"What's going on?"

Zhiyue leaned closer to the observation window, where a starry sky shimmered outside. But he knew for certain that it wasn't midnight, nor was it a trace of the Reverse Element, because he hadn't activated the Reverse Element's vision at all. Soon, the wind subsided, the tremors of the cone weakened, and as the "starlight" faded, true sunlight reappeared.

After destroying the cone, the group found that the dust storm had indeed passed, its tail heading in the opposite direction from where it came from, and the sunlight was already setting in the west, no longer so intense.

When the dust storm ends, it's common sense for desert hunters to quickly leave the desolate desert, because no one can be sure whether it will return or if more disasters will strike.

Everyone packed their bags, preparing to return to the village immediately.

"The speed is fast, and the village is very likely in the path of the dust storm."

The burly man who had been silent until now spoke up:

"Don't worry, everyone. I spoke with the village chief, and everything is fine in the village."

Uncle Liu slapped his forehead:

"I forgot about you. Old Wang, your divine sense is really useful. You can contact me even from this far away. I'm amazed every time I see it."

Old Wang's lips curled up in a tiny upward arc:

"Thanks."

Uncle Zhang: "Even so, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's go back quickly."

Everyone nodded, except for Zhiyue, who stood there, his eyes glazed over.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Let's go."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand in front of Zhiyue, urging him on. The latter, regaining his composure, hesitated for a moment and said:

"Uncle Zhang, you should go ahead. I... have some personal matters that I need to take care of."

Uncle Zhang was about to say, "What important matter could you possibly have to resolve in this desolate desert?" but he didn't say it, because Zhiyue's eyes were strange, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Okay... be careful."

-

A feeling. An extremely strong intuition. Normally, the word "intuition" would never even cross his mind; all his judgments are based on rigorous reasoning and induction—

But this time was different. Some unseen force was drawing him in, and a voice was calling to him:

"Go to the heart of the dust storm, to begin the prologue of the story."

-

He rushed over, and soon realized that something was wrong.

In this vast desert, most places were devoid of even a blade of grass, and the surface offered no frame of reference. Zhiyue maneuvered the sand currents, skimming close to the ground, using plant roots as anchor points to determine his location. Soon he noticed that the distant sand dunes seemed to be curving.

Zhiyue suddenly realized the truth, his eyes widened, and his mouth slightly opened as he gazed at the endless sand dunes in the distance and sighed:

"My God, this is so exaggerated!"

Indeed, the sand dune is not a straight line, but rather twists and deflects into a circle in the distance. However, the radius is so large that within the limited field of vision, it almost appears as a straight line.

A colossal vortex appeared in the desolate desert, as if the continent of Pound had sprouted eyes, staring intently at the being high above, questioning Him:

Why are you just watching!

The desert was much larger than before the battle and was still slowly expanding, gradually swallowing up the sparse grassland, burying it, and eventually assimilating it.

After regaining his composure, Zhi Yue hesitated for a moment, but still resolutely walked towards the center of the vortex. He was on high alert; such a terrifying attack meant that the cultivation levels of both sides were probably far beyond his expectations.

It took Zhiyue a long time to gradually approach the center. Since arriving in Hongcun, he had never ventured so deep into this desert.

Numerous fragments of organisms were found along the way, but they were all too damaged to be identified as belonging to any particular species. The slope of the sand dunes began to increase, becoming steeper towards the center. Strange landforms began to appear nearby, with various oddly shaped sand dunes, clearly not formed by natural wind erosion.

Upon reaching the core area, a vast area of ​​exposed bare rock has formed, which is gradually being restored into a gravel-covered landscape under the influence of the lingering effects of the strong winds.

And on the bare rock, a sleeping child came into his view.

"Phew... Phew... I really... struck gold... a real treasure."

Zhiyue was panting heavily; the journey was indeed long. To conserve energy in the latter half, he had long since dispelled his reversal technique and was now running on foot. The sand was soft and sloping, making it extremely difficult for Zhiyue, who was used to feeling fatigue, to keep going.

The child was breathing evenly, with a smile on his face, as if he were having a sweet dream. His clothes were seriously ill-fitting, clearly adult size.

"So what the hell is going on here—"

Boom! A loud noise came from afar, startling Zhiyue so much that he sprang to his feet, his mind completely on high alert, ready to guard against anyone who might come near.

"Whoa—!"

Then came a beastly roar. The sound was distant and not very clear.

"Phew...looks like there are still some pitiful people out there."

Zhiyue breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly. It seemed that they weren't the only ones trapped here during the dust storm.

While his unfortunate fellow hunter continued his hunt, Zhiyue had stumbled upon a ready-made "prey." The child was clean, with smooth, fair skin, but surrounded by bloodstains and dark red sand soaked with blood.

Zhiyue glanced at the sleeping child lying on the ground, squatted down, and stuck out a finger. Hmm, still breathing, steady breathing, as if he were fast asleep.

A bright light shone on Zhiyue, and he blinked instinctively. He then quickly mobilized his reverse energy, looked around, and prepared for battle at any moment.

"who!"

However, there was no one around, only two people, one standing and one lying down, and no other living beings in sight.

Oh? It seems there's a third one. Zhiyue looked up at the sky:

"Holy crap, it's a person!"

Zhiyue saw it clearly; the light was obviously the reflection of the long, platinum-gold hair. The figure was falling, and seeing the distance, even running at full speed wouldn't be enough to catch up. Zhiyue gritted his teeth and made up his mind:

"Damn it, there's no way to save a single penny, but I'll give it my all!"

Zhiyue channeled all the remaining reverse energy into the soles of his feet, riding the sand as he sped towards the bird's landing point. One moved vertically, the other horizontally; the two raced in opposite directions.

"Oh no, we've completely used up our Reverse Energy!"

This was truly a dead end. His speed quickly slowed down, and he could only run desperately. There was nothing else in front of him but the girl getting closer and closer to the ground.

A diving save! Congratulations to Zhiyue for winning the "Racing Against Time" event! The prize is—a beautiful blonde girl!

With a leap, Zhiyue reached out his hands to the girl who was falling from the sky, and with a mid-air turn that almost touched the sand dune, he shielded her above him.

puff.

The two landed heavily on the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. The potential energy contained in their small bodies falling from such a height was unimaginable.

Fortunately, the landing point was on the sand, which provided good cushioning. Even so, Zhiyue still had to roll around on the sand with the girl in his arms for about ten times before he could dissipate the force.

-

In short, guided by the mysterious creature, Zhiyue found a delicate and beautiful girl and a little boy beside her.

The child was in much better condition; apart from the fact that he was unusually there, there was nothing else unusual about him.

"No, wait."

Zhiyue stared intently at the child, and upon closer inspection, he noticed that the child's features were remarkably similar to his own.

"Is it... a child of the Kun family? Then could it be... Yu Dao?"

Unexpectedly, this child became the key to unlocking his thinking. Yes, Yu Dao, the power to control space, a cultivation path unique to the Kun family on the entire continent of Pangde. If it is Yu Dao, then it can explain the girl's "drowning on dry land" phenomenon.

He made a second attempt, gently lifting a corner of the girl's long skirt. Sure enough, her legs were not as white and tender as snow, but rather purplish-blue, with veins twisted like gnarled roots, their color a dark blue, and the thickest of them visibly throbbing.

"Sure enough, it's highly likely that spatial debris acted as an embolism, blocking her blood flow and causing the wound to stagnate and the blood to congeal."

He glanced strangely at the child beside him—are the younger generation of the Kun family really this exaggerated now, comprehending the Dao of the Universe at the age of four or five?

That's clearly unrealistic. News of a genius of that caliber would have spread throughout the continent long ago; even if Rainbow Village was backward in terms of information, it was impossible for them to be completely unaware of it.

By the way, the incision might not be the effect of the technique.

Zhiyue stood up and looked around. He quickly spotted a faint, cold glint on the sand dune not far away.

"Found it, the murder weapon."

Just as Zhiyue was about to get up to collect the evidence, a groan came from behind him. He slapped his forehead:

"Sorry, I forgot."

He instinctively prepared to tear off a corner of his robe to bandage the girl's wound, but then stopped, curiosity welling up inside him.

He crouched down again and slowly reached his hand towards the girl's wound. A groan came from behind him, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"That startled me; it must be a coincidence."

He reached out again, trying to touch the wound... but couldn't! It was as if there was an invisible barrier around the wound, and no matter what he did, he couldn't reach it, as if there was a gap in space.

Zhiyue shook his head, used the ill-fitting clothes to tie the child tightly to his back, then picked up the girl and walked towards the weapon.

There was no time to be cautious. He put the girl down and slowly reached out towards the blade. Sure enough, a similar phenomenon occurred again. The blade seemed to be refusing his approach, creating a strong spatial resistance.

So he slowly reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife, and everything went smoothly.

With the short sword successfully acquired, Zhiyue's eyes lit up, and his breathing became heavy, his excitement clearly visible.

"This is truly a treasure; I've never seen it before. But it's best not to burn through your life force like that glass bead..."

The knife is entirely white with a matte finish; its exact material is unknown, as Zhiyue couldn't touch it himself. The hilt is black with blue-purple stripes, giving it a very understated look.

"Luck favors the prepared; this windfall is only for those who know how to seize it."

But Zhiyue was not blinded by the joy of the harvest. Instead, he quickly took the two of them back and headed back towards the village.

"Today's events were too bizarre. The identities of these two people are unknown, so we cannot let our guard down."

That being said, they were still two living people; leaving them in the desert was no different from being dead.