Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

"Whatever the reason, as long as he doesn't kill me, I still have a chance!"

Fight them head-on? That's a dead end.

Should he keep running? In his current state, even if the other party doesn't kill him, once he gets entangled in that rope, he's doomed.

We must find a way to break this deadlock.

As Fan Yuan ran, he frantically searched his memory for anything related to this place.

This is Huangfengling.

Heading east...

Suddenly, Fan Yuan recalled a passage from "Journey to the West".

Huangfeng Ridge, where the Yellow Wind Monster stretches for eight hundred miles.

To the northeast of Huangfengling, there is a river.

"In the vast expanse of quicksand, where the waters run deep for three thousand miles, even a goose feather cannot float, and reeds will sink to the bottom!"

Liusha River.

The stronghold of General Sha Wujing, the Curtain-Rolling General!

The water elemental energy there is extremely abundant, and it is not ordinary water, but the legendary Weak Water.

The Weak Water is so heavy that even a feather cannot float on it, and birds cannot cross it. It is extremely heavy and is the best counter to light and agile wind magic.

If they could escape into the area of ​​the Flowing Sand River, the Wind Patrol Envoy's wind escape technique would be greatly reduced. Moreover, the area is filled with water vapor, which would be like being stuck in a quagmire for wind-type demon cultivators.

"This place is not far from the Flowing Sand River!"

Fan Yuan suddenly looked up, "I'll take the gamble!"

He suddenly turned and stopped running along the original mountain path, instead rushing wildly towards the Liusha River boundary in the northeast.

Behind him, the Wind Patrol Envoy frowned slightly as he watched Fan Yuan suddenly change direction.

But he didn't pay too much attention to it. He simply activated the demonic cloud beneath his feet, and the wind rope in his hand stretched out like a long snake, coiling towards Fan Yuan's back.

"Is there someone there to meet us?"

……

Half an hour later, ahead, a wide river stretched between heaven and earth. The river water was not a clear blue, but a turbid, lifeless yellowish-brown.

This was the Flowing Sand River. Without the slightest hesitation, Fan Yuan leaped into the muddy river.

"court death!"

The Wind Guardian behind him let out a disdainful snort. A mere Qi Refining stage rogue cultivator jumping in would only make him die faster.

However, Fan Yuan could no longer hear the mocking voice.

The moment he entered the water, he did not feel the coolness and buoyancy of a typical river.

On the contrary, an indescribable viscous feeling instantly enveloped my entire body; the river water was terrifyingly heavy.

Each drop of water seemed to weigh a ton, and what was even more terrifying was the downward pulling force.

Anything that enters it will only find its final resting place in the bottomless riverbed.

Once an ordinary cultivator falls into this quicksand river, their spiritual power and even their divine consciousness will be rapidly suppressed and devoured by the heavy river water, eventually falling straight to the bottom of the river and being ground into dust by the endless quicksand.

Fan Yuan's body was also sinking, at an extremely fast speed, but he did not panic.

The moment he entered the water, the wisp of Weak Water True Meaning in his sea of ​​consciousness began to operate wildly.

Although he did not truly master the Weak Water Divine Power, that wisp of true meaning caused the spiritual power within his body, which was on the verge of dissipation, to undergo a wondrous transformation under its guidance.

They no longer resisted the pressure of the river, but began to imitate the frequency and weight of the river.

A very faint, eerie light appeared on Fan Yuan's body. This light was not a shield, but rather a thin film that separated him from the heavy river water around him, while also seemingly merging him with the river.

The terrifying downward force miraculously slowed down at that moment.

Although he still felt immense pressure and was still slowly sinking, he did not plummet to the bottom like a stone.

In this supposedly buoyant water, where even a goose feather wouldn't float, he miraculously gained a sliver of buoyancy that was enough to save his life.

He could even sense that the heavy, hostile currents around him, soothed by the true meaning of the Weak Water, had become less violent and instead exuded a sense of intimacy.

Fan Yuan felt reassured and followed the current, diving deeper into the river.

……

On the banks of the Liusha River.

The wind howled, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

A silver figure descended from the sky, landing heavily on a boulder on the riverbank. It was the patrolling envoy who had been chasing Fan Yuan all along.

It stared intently at the water where Fan Yuan had disappeared, its eyes filled with disbelief and rage.

"Not dead? How could he not be dead?!"

It clearly sensed that the ant-like aura had not disappeared, nor had it sank to the bottom of the river and been crushed by the quicksand as expected; instead, it was still moving!

Although faint, it was swimming towards the depths of the river.

"This Flowing Sand River is a natural barrier; even I, the envoy, dare not venture here lightly. What makes him, a mere Qi Refining cultivator, think he can?!"

The wind envoy was furious; its prediction had been wrong.

"Get out here!"

It let out a sharp screech.

boom!

The air within a radius of a hundred feet instantly surged violently, and countless wind blades materialized out of thin air, transforming into a silver storm that slammed fiercely towards the area where Fan Yuan had entered the water.

However, the terrifying storm, powerful enough to flatten mountains, vanished the moment it touched the surface of the Liusha River, as if it had sunk into the sea.

Not a single ripple was stirred; the water of the Liusha River was too heavy.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The Wind Guardian stared wide-eyed. It had never seen such a bizarre sight before. Its attack, though not using its full strength, was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, yet it hadn't even scratched the surface of the river.

The Wind Patrolman's expression turned extremely ugly. It could sense that the rogue cultivator had taken advantage of the time it was attacking to dive into deeper waters.

……

Underwater, at a depth of ten zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Fan Yuan gasped for breath. Although he was in the water, he was able to draw a tiny bit of spiritual energy from the heavy river through the True Meaning of Weak Water.

The vibrations coming from above his head gradually subsided, and the suffocating killing intent was completely blocked by the thick river water.

He knew he had made the right bet.

Although the Wind Patrol Envoy's magic was powerful, it was insignificant in front of the Flowing Sand River.

"That was close..."

Looking at the murky light and shadow above, Fan Yuan felt a wave of fear. If he had been even half a breath later, if the True Meaning of Weak Water had not worked, he would probably already be a corpse.

But he dared not linger.

Although they have temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Wind Patrol Envoy, the Flowing Sand River itself is a huge crisis.

The surrounding water pressure was increasing, and the downward pulling force was getting stronger. The protective aura of the Weak Water on his body was being consumed at a visible rate. Once the spiritual power was exhausted, he would still be unable to escape the fate of sinking to the bottom.

Moreover, this shallow water is not safe. Although the Wind Chaser has not entered the water yet, if it also has some way to enter the Weak Water, I am still a sitting duck.

We must go deeper into the region and find a safe place before making further plans.

Go to the bottom of the river; there's even more sediment there.

But for Fan Yuan, who possessed the true meaning of the Weak Water, that place was actually the safest sanctuary. Only by going there, under the cover of the endless sand, could he truly find a way out.