I am a living immortal.

The scorching sun burned the sea of ​​sand as if to melt the endless desert. The high temperature distorted the air. The rolling sand was lifted up by the scorching storm, instantly covering the entire sky. This place was simply a forbidden zone for life.

However, even in such a forbidden zone of life, the flower called civilization blooms.

They lived in one oasis after another. They chased water sources in the vast desert and looked for suitable settlements for their tribes. Small tribes formed a scattered small country around the huge oasis.

And there are countless such countries in the vast desert.

They fought and traded, and were a people Su Mu had never seen before. Compared to those countries occupying prosperous lands, the people here were full of exotic customs.

After hiding the large oasis created by Heili, Su Mu encountered such a caravan in the vast desert. From them, Su Mu learned that there was such a unique country in this desert.

This is a caravan traveling in the desert, carrying spices, gems, salt, textiles and clothing, as well as the most precious water, wine and food.

It was actually no different from what Su Mu had seen before, except that the carriages were replaced by camels, and two huge boxes for storing goods were hung on the left and right sides of each camel. This caravan was very large, with dozens of camels that stretched as far as the eye could see. The caravan members did not reveal their faces, and their bodies were covered by white cloaks, revealing only a pair of amber pupils.

These cloaks protect against sand and the scorching sun.

When they first met Su Mu, they were really shocked. According to them, the probability of encountering a living lone traveler in the desert is more frightening than encountering an ownerless oasis.

Su Mu exchanged some information with the caravan using salt blocks.

Meeting this caravan was purely accidental, but it also gave him a general understanding of the situation in this desert. This barren desert is actually not barren at all, and it has given birth to some special humanities.

Such as the nomadic people chasing water sources, the previous caravans, the sand bandits, some tribes occupying small oases, and the tribal clans or countries occupying large oases. Most of these people were either actively or passively driven into the desert, refugees, and descendants of war criminals. They were established after thousands of years of evolution.

In order to survive, people can adapt to various environments.

Su Mu glanced at the hidden oasis behind him. It would take time for the black carp to transform into a dragon.

That being the case.

He smiled, and his robe turned into a white cloak, while the sand under his feet gradually became moist. Within a few breaths, a stream of clear spring gushed up, spreading from under his feet until it became a crescent-shaped lake. At the same time, pavilions rose out of thin air.

A mirage rises beside Crescent Lake.

As for why it was called this name, of course it was because he discovered an interesting existence. Originally, he chose this desert just because he wanted to pour out the water vapor and at the same time deter those overconfident aquatic creatures, but he did not expect there would be an unexpected surprise.

"The small ones are called clams, and the large ones are called mussels. They are both shellfish, similar to clams."

"catch him!!"

Several talismans transformed into several falcons, flapping their wings and flying towards one direction.

The sound of flapping wings seemed to alarm the existence hidden in the desert. The air quickly twisted, and the next moment, a sand dune that was originally in the distance disappeared without a trace.

However, Su Mu's falcons would not let him go easily. They quickly adjusted their direction and flew towards the direction where the mirage was fleeing. They tore open the illusion in an instant. Under the illusion was a clam-like creature. When the falcons caught it in front of Su Mu, the mirage was already dead, with only a pearl left.

"It's not a split body, it should be a greedy beast similar to Taotie."

"It seems that there really is an antique in this desert. However, this antique is much more capable of hiding than the Taotie. No wonder I didn't notice it at first. But it just so happens that I have plenty of time to play with you..."

.........

Fast forward ten years.

In a small tribe in the desert, a sandstorm engulfed this small oasis, and several houses in the oasis were creaking in the sandstorm. With a "boom", several houses were blown apart by the strong wind.

"No......" Screams were heard one after another, and then stopped abruptly. In one of the dilapidated houses, a mother was trembling while holding her child. Although she was shaking, she was still comforting the child.

The house was shaking, and the mother could only helplessly pray that the house would hold on. Fortunately, the sandstorm did not stay in this poor oasis for too long and left...

The sound of the house shaking became quieter and quieter until it became quiet.

The mother and son finally felt relieved, but soon their hearts were filled with anxiety again. Because of the sandstorm, this already pitifully small oasis completely disappeared in the desert. The only small water source in the center was covered by sand, and the surrounding trees were blown down by the sandstorm, leaving the place in a mess.

This small tribe relies on this small oasis to survive.

Now that the oasis is gone, they have no home.

The elders of the tribe shook their heads helplessly upon seeing this: "Pack your things."

If they want to survive, they can only leave here and look for new water sources and new oases. What awaits them may be an endless pursuit of water sources. New oases are hard to come by, and everything ahead is unknown.

Looking at the vast desert, some people covered their faces and cried, some were confused, especially the mother and son who had managed to survive before. The first ones who could not endure this migration were children, the elderly and women.

But if I leave, there is still a glimmer of hope. If I don't leave, I will definitely die here.

Looking at her child, the woman wiped the tears from her face and her eyes became firm. For the sake of her child, she must persevere.

Thinking of this, the woman returned to her home and took the most important water bags, which were their future lives. Afterwards, each family pooled their food and quickly made cakes that were easy to carry.

They took a few camels that were not blown away by the sandstorm, and set out on an unknown road with only twenty or thirty people in total.

The elder took out a camel skin with the locations of various oases engraved on it. These were recorded by the young and middle-aged men in the tribe at the cost of their lives, including which ones were kind, which ones were cruel, and some suspected locations of oases. The first place they had to go was the large oasis they were dependent on, to see if the other party was willing to take them in. Most of them were unwilling, so these unknown oases were their last resort.

If you are lucky, you can stay in a large oasis, but if you are unlucky... this is a road of no return.