After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

In the heart of the Western Regions, the endless sea of ​​sand stretches for tens of thousands of miles, dividing the Western Regions into the east and the west.

It is a barren land with only a few oases where living things can survive.

This is not only a desert of water sources, but also a desert of spiritual energy.

The raging sea was filled with endless strong winds, and the spiritual energy was rampant and chaotic, making it impossible to practice. The human race trapped in the oasis could not practice, and even their civilization had regressed to the tribal era.

They have forgotten why their people came to this isolated desert, where they seem to have no escape. With no trace of the past, the written words and records left by their ancestors are no longer understandable.

The tribe was trapped in the few remaining oases, barely surviving.

Once upon a time in the last era, or even longer ago, the Raging Sea was not what it was then. Perhaps there were oases and city-states here.

But that is no longer important. What the surviving human race urgently needs to solve is the problem of survival.

They constantly offered sacrifices and prayed that a god would come down to earth to save them.

Finally, this "God" appeared after the surviving humans had been waiting for countless years.

It is Huang Feng, the most powerful of the rat tribe in the Western Regions.

As a half-step saint, he was invincible in the Western Regions. He also fought against the supernatural and protected all living beings in the region, with remarkable merits.

Seeing that the human race here was in distress, Huang Feng casually drew moisture from the raging sea, reversed the wind, and created clouds and rain, with sweet rain falling for three consecutive days.

The dying oasis had never experienced such heavy rain. The rainwater quickly seeped into the ground, and many springs that had been dry for who knows how many years began to gush out water again.

The rainfall in three days was equal to the total rainfall in the past few decades. The surviving humans cheered and worshipped Huang Feng as a god, seeking his protection.

Huang Feng was originally heading to the Raging Sea from this place, and he was taking a short rest. It was impossible for him to stay for long, so he just smiled and left.

The surviving humans were immediately terrified, believing the gods were displeased and that a greater disaster was imminent. Thus, they resorted to tribal custom and performed human sacrifices day and night in an attempt to appease the gods.

A few months later, when Huang Feng returned from the raging sea and passed by this place again, he was shocked by the scene before him.

The human race, which was already weak, sacrificed half of its population in a few months, as if it was possessed and did not care about the cost.

Barbaric, vulgar, and extremely stupid.

Huang Feng suddenly felt that it was a waste of effort to bring down rain for these stupid humans.

There must be something hateful about pitiful people. If we had known this earlier, we should have let them fend for themselves.

The surviving humans became even crazier when they saw Huang Feng again. The whole tribe swore an oath in blood, promising that as long as the gods protected them, they would offer everything they had to the gods.

What the survivors didn’t know was that their act of sincerity, which was like grasping at a lifeline, would, after countless generations, turn their descendants into “human animals” who could be sacrificed at will.

Huang Feng had not imagined what would happen next. Besides being shocked and angry, he also felt a trace of pity.

As a supremely powerful being, he naturally felt a sense of mission to redeem humanity, a mission he felt no one else could fulfill. Furthermore, the vastness of the desert between the east and west of the Western Regions, the absence of oases, and the severed connection between them all sparked his desire to try to change the situation there.

In short, Huang Feng finally took action.

With its great magical power, it moved more than ten high mountains from the raging sea, and moved several mountain ranges from the extreme west, running across the north and south of the sand sea.

The high mountains blocked the moisture blown to the other side by the raging sea, causing the endless desert here to gradually receive abundant rain.

After doing all this, Huang Feng left directly as before. He had no time and no desire to wait. Whether he succeeded or not was all up to fate.

However, what it didn't know was that its act of moving the mountain was simply a stroke of genius.

Wind, water and sand just happened to converge here, and the situation changed drastically.

With water, all things grew, vegetation flourished, and the surviving human race began to prosper and expand.

With the continuous deposition of sand, the mountains became higher and higher, blocking more and more water vapor and covering an increasingly wider area.

So a thousand years later, the original barren desert was transformed into dozens of swamps, with mountains and rivers flowing endlessly, river valleys and plains everywhere, fertile land, good weather, and a dense population.

This is the great power that enables practitioners to move mountains, fill the sea, and recreate the world.

This kind of practitioners are worthy of being called "mighty".

A thousand years is a long time for the surviving human race and their descendants.

But for Huang Feng, it was just a long period of time.

The human race has long forgotten everything that their ancestors promised in blood oath. They only remember that a long time ago, a god changed this place.

But the human race has forgotten, but Huang Feng still remembers it. To be precise, he picked it up from the depths of his memory when he needed it.

As the saying goes, time is a sharp knife that cuts down the powerful above and the geniuses below.

Unable to escape the ruthlessness of time, Huang Feng finally reached old age and fell into the supernatural. The offerings it needed could not be placed more appropriately than at Huang Feng Ridge.

This is a rich land created by its own hands.

The blood oath was made by humans to heaven, and it was never forced.

Offerings are requested by humans on their knees and in prayer, and it is never asked for in return.

It can be given up, but when it is needed one day, it can have it with peace of mind.

You can say it's a blood oath that brings bad luck, or you can say you have to pay back the interest after borrowing money.

In short, disaster struck.