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"Your Highness, we..."

"Just call me Uncle-Master! I'll take you to Linsha City, which is about a thousand kilometers away from the Western Regions. It's the closest town to the Western Regions."

"Once you get there, you can only walk out of the city gates on your own and head west along the Death Desert. That's how you reach the Western Regions."

"Uncle-Master Gao, what is the Western Regions like? Why do the demons keep coming here to cause trouble?" Fan Tong asked curiously.

"The environment in the Western Regions is harsh; you'll understand once you get there. As for them causing trouble? That's not entirely accurate. They used to live in various major regions just like us, but because of their different cultivation systems, they were later exiled to the Western Regions!"

"Oh? There's such a reason?" Fan Tong was quite surprised.

And so, Gao Renyong did not stop at all, describing the situation in the Western Regions while traveling quickly. After nearly half a month, he finally arrived at Linsha City.

"Fan Tong, you will have to walk this path alone from now on. I hope you can successfully complete your mission. I've told you everything I needed to say on the way; the rest is up to you!"

Gao Renyong gave Fan Tong some earnest advice, then took out a map. "This is a general map of the Western Regions. The Mad Demon Sect isn't too far from here, so it'll be easy to find."

"Thank you so much, Uncle Gao, for escorting me all the way. I am extremely grateful!" Fan Tong bowed deeply to Gao Renyong, deeply moved.

"It's alright! When you return, it would be best if you could come to Linsha City, otherwise, it might cause you some trouble returning to the sect!"

"Alright! Thank you, Senior Uncle Gao. I'll take my leave now!" Fan Tong bowed again, then turned and stepped through the tall city gate of Linsha City, heading towards the Death Desert.

"Sigh! I hope you can come back soon! That way we can find out about Debiao and the others as quickly as possible!"

Gao Renyong sighed deeply, then muttered to himself, watching intently as Fan Tong walked out of the city gate and resolutely headed towards the Western Regions.

……

As afternoon approached, Fan Tong had just stepped into this vast and boundless desert of death when he was enveloped by a wave of scorching heat.

The blazing sun overhead resembled a giant, raging fireball, relentlessly pouring down its intensely hot rays.

Under the intense sunlight, the golden sand shimmered with a dazzling light, each grain of sand seemingly ignited, radiating scorching heat.

He moved with difficulty, the sand beneath his feet scorching hot, like molten iron poured from a furnace. Each step felt like walking on burning coals, sending piercing pain through his feet.

Sweat poured from his forehead like a burst dam, quickly running down his sunburnt cheeks, gathering into strings of glistening droplets on his chin, then dripping onto the dry sand and disappearing instantly.

After walking for more than an hour, a sudden gust of wind swept in without warning. The wind howled, its sound like the roar of countless ferocious beasts, deafeningly loud.

A sudden gust of wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand, forming a massive, sky-covering sand wall that surged toward Fan Tong with overwhelming force.

The sand wall resembled a raging yellow dragon, baring its fangs and claws, exuding an aura of destruction.

"Damn, my luck is unbelievable! I just came in and I ran into an unusual death storm!" Fan Tong's pupils shrank, and he cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

He quickly mobilized all his spiritual power, his hands moving rapidly as he unleashed the "Dragon Elephant Skill" technique, where he lifted a mountain on the back of an elephant, while simultaneously condensing a pale silver spiritual power shield in front of him.

Above the shield, spiritual energy flowed like water ripples, shimmering with a faint but tenacious light, clearly indicating that the lightning-attribute spiritual energy within the body was being fully activated.

However, the power of the sandstorm was beyond imagination. Countless grains of sand, like a dense rain of arrows, frantically bombarded Fan Tong's shield.

Each impact triggered a strong tremor, causing Fan Tong's arms to go numb and his body to tremble slightly involuntarily.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot from extreme focus and effort.

He dug his feet deep into the scorching sand, desperately resisting the sandstorm's force that threatened to engulf him.

But the sandstorm's impact grew increasingly fierce, and Fan Tong felt like a small boat in a raging storm, which could capsize at any moment.

At this critical moment, an indomitable will surged within Fan Tong. He roared inwardly, "I cannot fall like this! I haven't even entered the Western Regions yet; to try and kill me with such a setback is absolutely impossible!"

With this powerful belief, he unleashed an unprecedented strength and managed to stabilize himself amidst the raging sandstorm.

After an unknown amount of time, the seemingly endless sandstorm finally subsided. Fan Tong's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

His clothes were already torn to shreds by the wind and sand, and his body was covered with tiny scratches.

"This guy is terrifying! How could those demon bastards cross the Desert of Death so easily?" Fan Tong spat out the sand in his mouth and cursed inwardly.

He quickly sat down to cultivate, focusing on circulating the nameless internal energy technique within his body to relieve his fatigue before getting up again.

"I refuse to believe my luck can be this bad!" Not long after, Fan Tong stood up, muttered something, and walked forward.

But it seems his luck wasn't so good. Lost in his tracks, he wasn't paying attention and his right foot suddenly sank into soft sand. Before he could react, half his body was quickly swallowed by quicksand.

The fine yet powerful suction of the quicksand instantly plunged him into extreme panic. He frantically circulated his spiritual energy, trying to break free from this terrifying restraint.

But the quicksand was like a bottomless abyss, greedily and mercilessly pulling him down. The more he struggled, the faster he sank, and in the blink of an eye, the quicksand had already submerged his waist.

Fan Tong's heart pounded, his brain raced, and his eyes darted around frantically, trying to find a way to escape.

Suddenly, he noticed a withered branch not far away. Bathed in sunlight, the branch leaned forlornly against the sand, as if it were his last straw.

He stretched out his right hand with great effort, his fingers trembling from the strain. The distance between his fingertips and the branch seemed so close, yet also so far away.

But Fan Tong didn't give up. He tried again and again, and finally, his fingers touched the branch. He gripped the branch tightly, as if grasping at the hope of life.

Then, using all his strength, he pulled himself out of the quicksand little by little with the help of the branches.

When he finally managed to escape the quicksand, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, gasping for breath.

His eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, but also with a firm determination for the unknown road ahead.

"Looks like I really need to be careful. This desert is just like its name suggests!" Fan Tong became more vigilant and embarked on the difficult road once again.

It seems that Fan Tong's bad luck has finally run out, and no particularly dangerous situation has arisen.

After several days and nights of arduous trekking, Fan Tong dragged his exhausted body out of this deathly desert. Looking up at the scene before him, he couldn't help but be taken aback.