Chapter 1171: Genius and Madman
Xiao Fuzi dispatched people to search everywhere, but they still couldn't find the old man. In this boundless Sand Sea, if someone vanished, likely no one but the Prefecture Lord could easily track them down.
After a long, fruitless search, he turned back.
He had no choice but to report to Meng Po that the old man had fled into the Sand Sea and couldn't be found anytime soon.
Meng Po scoffed at the news. "I refuse to believe he won't show up."
She wasn't worried about the matter at all.
The Sand Sea was boundless. Aside from yin and death energy, it held not a single trace of spiritual energy. A cultivator here would either embark on the Way of Ghost Cultivation or simply wander lost in the dunes forever. Every dead soul in the Sand Sea shared the exact same destiny: to drink this bowl of soup and step onto the bridge beyond.
At that moment, Zhong Zhengyuan was wandering aimlessly through the yellow sands. The blowing grit stung his eyes, blurring the path ahead. He tried to head back to the shore, but no matter how hard he searched, the way back was gone.
This realm was beyond his ability to fathom.
Zhong Zhengyuan let out a long sigh, only to suddenly hear a voice behind him.