After entering the origin, Zhao Yi thought he would quickly find the great river, engage in a thrilling battle, capture the strange fish, and then leave. However, after walking through the origin for a whole day, what lay before him was still an endless desolate land, with no drop of water, no blade of grass, and not a single living thing.
Despite the absence of enemies, Zhao Yi felt oppressed. Unconsciously, he tore open his clothes, hoping to quell the heat in his heart.
"Baa baa..."
As Zhao Yi was feeling troubled, a sudden bleating of sheep sent a chill down his spine. Looking up, he saw in the distance a flock of sheep, an old man sitting on a stone with eyes closed, holding a long whip in his arms, occasionally muttering in his sleep.
"Master, this guy is definitely not a good person. There's no grass here, so what are these sheep grazing on?"
The Nine Dragon Jade Seal reminded Zhao Yi, who then noticed that the sheep were eating the stones of the Gobi Desert.
