Gu Sheng nodded, and the two quickened their pace. Passing through the last sand dune, a clear stream appeared before them.
The stream babbled, with vibrant greenery on both banks, starkly contrasting the dead silent desert behind.
Ling Xiao eagerly dashed to the stream, scooping up water to drink heartily.
"Refreshing!"
Gu Sheng vigilantly scanned the surroundings, and only after confirming safety did he squat down.
The cool, sweet stream water washed away the dust from his throat. His tense nerves, stretched for days, finally relaxed.
"We have already left the sphere of influence of Qinghe Holy Land."
Ling Xiao lay on the grass face up, letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Ahead lies the mountain range of the Purple Mist Sacred Land."
Gu Sheng gazed at the majestic distant mountains, partially hidden by swirling mists.
"The Descending Immortal Realm lies deep within that mountain range."
"It is one of the top ten cultivation sanctuaries."
