Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

The gale howled like a ferocious beast, carrying with it a sky full of yellow sand, and swept across this vast and boundless desolate desert.

Su Ming and Baili Pangpang stood there with difficulty, surrounded by endless, undulating sand dunes. Under the relentless ravages of the gale, the sand waves surged like a raging black tide, constantly rolling and churning, emitting a dull and oppressive sound, as if this desolate land was wailing in despair.

"Baili Pangpang, it's all up to you now." Su Ming frowned, his thick eyebrows almost knotted together, his eyes revealing anxiety and anticipation as he looked at the chubby Baili Pangpang beside him.

He wore a tattered black trench coat, which was constantly battered by the wind and sand, making a "whistling" sound, as if playing a tragic prelude to this unknown adventure.

His neat short hair danced wildly in the wind, and his deep eyes shone with a determined light as he stared intently at Baili Pangpang, seemingly conveying him a continuous source of strength.

Baili Pangpang took a deep breath, his round body trembling slightly like a candle flame flickering in the cold wind, a hint of tension and unease showing on his face.

His eyes slowly closed, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. Before the wind and sand could roll off, the sweat dried, leaving only streaks of white salt.

He muttered incantations and began to use his mental power to search.

A faint blue light emanated from his body, flickering uncertainly in the gale, as if it might be swallowed up and extinguished by the raging sandstorm at any moment.

However, the moment his mental energy was released, Baili Pangpang's face turned deathly pale, even paler than the white sand whipped up by the gale.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, as if trying to forcefully suppress the excruciating pain, letting out a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah! It hurts! My head is going to explode!" His body rolled uncontrollably on the sand, raising large clouds of dust that seemed to be a manifestation of his inner fear and pain.

Seeing this, Su Ming immediately stepped forward, rushed to Baili Pangpang's side, and supported him, his face full of concern: "Pangpang, how are you? Hang in there!" He tried to use his strength to stabilize Baili Pangpang's trembling body, but Baili Pangpang's pain did not seem to lessen at all, but instead became more intense. His body was shaking like a sieve.

"No... I can't take it anymore..." Baili Pangpang said weakly, his voice filled with pain and helplessness, so faint that it seemed as if it would be drowned out by the wind at any moment.

His eyes were filled with fear, as if he had encountered an extremely terrifying being in the world of spiritual exploration, a being whose terror surpassed everything he had ever experienced before.

Su Ming's brows furrowed even more, his heart filled with doubt and worry.

Baili Pangpang's mental strength was among the best in their team, yet he suffered such a strong backlash this time. What secret was hidden behind this? Various guesses kept surfacing in his mind, but each guess was like a fog, making him more and more confused.

Just then, a faint voice came: "Are you... looking for that middle-aged man?" The voice seemed to drift from a distant place, faint and indistinct, and sounded particularly weak in the howling wind.

Su Ming and Baili Pangpang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a thin woman slowly walking out from behind the sand dune.

Her clothes were tattered, as if they were torn rags by a fierce wind, barely hanging on her thin body.

Her hair was disheveled and scattered over her shoulders, tangled by the wind and sand, like withered grass.

Her face was full of fatigue and haggardness, and her sunken eye sockets and pale lips told the story of the suffering she had endured. But there was a stubbornness and determination in her eyes, a light like a spark in the darkness, weak but tenacious.

"Who are you? How did you know we were looking for him?" Su Ming looked at the woman warily, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In this dangerous world, any stranger could pose an unknown danger, and he must always be vigilant.

The woman sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry endless vicissitudes and weariness, and slowly said, "I was captured by him, and I just escaped."

I heard him say he was going to some ruined sacred site to restore his energy.

Su Ming was puzzled. Why did this woman know so much about the middle-aged man's whereabouts? He was about to ask her further, but then felt the time wasn't right, so he asked first, "Do you know how to get to that miracle?"

After a moment of thought, the woman suddenly flipped her hand and produced an antique bottle that was entirely brown.

The bottle was covered with mysterious runes, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura in the wind and sand, as if telling a story of history sealed by time.

“This bottle leads to miracles,” the woman said, her voice weak but carrying an undeniable firmness, as if telling them that this bottle was the key they were looking for.

Su Ming took the bottle and examined it carefully.

The runes on the bottle's surface seemed to flicker slightly, emitting a peculiar energy fluctuation that gently touched his senses like ripples.

He could sense that this bottle was no ordinary object; it must contain a great secret, and this secret might determine the success or failure of their adventure.

"How do I use this bottle?" Su Ming looked up at the woman, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if he were hoping she would provide a key to unlock the treasure.

The woman shook her head: "I don't know either. I just heard him say that this bottle is the key to unlocking the path to miracles."

Su Ming fell into deep thought, various possible scenarios constantly flashing through his mind.

Why would a middle-aged man travel to this mysterious ruin to restore his energy? What dangers and opportunities are hidden within? His thoughts, like the swirling sandstorm, were chaotic and complex.

Baili Pangpang had also recovered his senses by this time. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, which had become somewhat sticky due to the wind and sand.

He moved closer to Su Ming, looked at the bottle, and said, "Su Ming, this bottle doesn't look simple. Maybe we can really find that guy."

Su Ming nodded: "No matter what, this is our only clue at the moment, we have to give it a try."

Just as they were about to examine the bottle, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

The whistling sound, like a sharp blade, pierced through the dullness of the gale, sending chills down one's spine.