Zhu Fei abruptly turned his head.
Before him, vast swathes of black sand ford a tornado that seed to pierce heaven and earth, hurtling toward him with ferocity!
Accompanying it were shrill, piercing cries that seed to beckon from the Nine Netherworld, once again rousing an inexplicable gloom in his heart.
Zhu Fei was imdiately startled.
This ti, he did not lose himself right away.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, the intense pain coupled with earlier ntal fortifications, finally snapped his consciousness back to normal.
But when he lifted his eyes once more, even with his ntal fortitude and experience, a chill involuntarily rose from the depths of his heart.
For what he saw before him were faces, pale and twisted!
Each black grain of sand seed to morph into those contorted, hideous visages!
Zhu Fei lowered his head abruptly.
He looked at the black grains of sand beneath his feet, and indeed, as he suspected, those too had taken on that horrific appearance.
At this mont, a bold and absurd thought arose in Zhu Fei’s mind.
Could it be that the sand grains in the Doomsday Desert were the transford souls of cultivators who had perished here?
If this conjecture was true, then what a terrifying number of cultivators must have perished in the vast expanse of the Doomsday Desert?
Zhu Fei dared not continue this line of thought, feeling his scalp tingle repeatedly.
He no longer dared to linger, and just as he was preparing to escape with Little White, he suddenly felt a tightness on his feet.
Looking down, he saw countless dense, ghostly hands firmly grasping his body.
The next mont, Zhu Fei felt his body moving forward involuntarily.
This discovery nearly caused his pupils to contract to pinpoints.
For he recalled that his aimless wandering before felt exactly like this.
Could it be that his twenty days of travel were not of his own volition but instead orchestrated by these Ghost Hands dragging him along?
A chill colder than before rose again to Zhu Fei’s heart.
He could swear that this scene was the most eerie he had experienced in all his lives.
"Squeak, squeak—"
As the storm threatened to engulf Zhu Fei, Little White, held in his hand, suddenly grew angry.
It opened its little mouth, and a swirling vortex ford right in front of it.
In the very next second, the ghostly hands that had clung tight to Zhu Fei, as if encountering sothing terrifying, began to retract.
However, their retreat did nothing to help.
Little White, like their nesis, devoured tens of thousands of souls in just the blink of an eye.
A series of mournful wails suddenly filled the air.
Watching the scene unfold before him, watching the black grains of sand, the so-called ghost faces, being consud by Little White, Zhu Fei was left dumbfounded for a mont.
It was only then that he rembered that the Devouring God Ants were indeed a type of extraordinary creature that fed on souls.
But as ti went on, Zhu Fei also gradually realized that Little White, still in its juvenile phase, was struggling sowhat despite being a bane to souls when faced with the innurable Soul Storm.
It lay on its back, appearing utterly relaxed in Zhu Fei’s palm, its snow-white belly greatly swollen.
"Squeak, squeak—"
It weakly called out to Zhu Fei twice, as if to say, "I’m done for. The rest is up to you."
A mix of annoyance and amusent filled Zhu Fei’s heart.
Yet, after this scene, he had completely cald down.
First, he sent Little White back into the Beast Taming Bag, and then he turned his gaze towards the black sandstorm that was rushing toward him again, his eyes flashing with a strange glint.
"Doomsday Desert, let experience you once again."
Having said that, instead of retreating, Zhu Fei advanced.
With a "boom," Divine Blue Netherworld Fire suddenly surged up from his body!
He was enveloped in a layer of pale blue flas from head to toe, like a pale blue teor, and with a roar, he charged into the black sandstorm ahead!
"Squeak... Squeak..."
It sounded like the noise of sothing burning.
As Zhu Fei wove through the storm, any ghostly face that touched him instantly turned to ash.
In no ti at all, he had unexpectedly broken free from the black storm and erged into a true desert of yellow sand.
He was a little astonished, could it be that he had already left the Doomsday Desert? Then, what was this new desert before him?
Zhu Fei felt his thoughts were in disarray, and he couldn’t help but turn around to look.
The black sandstorm gradually disappeared from his sight, replaced by a real yellow desert.
At the sa ti, the sense of impending danger that was always weighing on his mind began to fade away.
Zhu Fei shook his head. Although he still hadn’t figured out what was happening, he knew that these were not things he could explore at this mont.
Since he couldn’t understand, he simply didn’t bother thinking further about it.
"Buzz...!"
Just as he was about to leave this place, the Creation God Tripod within the Mud Pill Palace between his eyebrows suddenly began to tremble violently.
A faint breath, seemingly from an origin, was keenly captured by Zhu Fei.
Without any hesitation, he imdiately followed the source of the origin’s breath, moving swiftly toward the depths of the desert.
About a kiloter beneath the surface, a soft earthy yellow glow suddenly appeared before Zhu Fei’s eyes.
This aura? Could it be the Earth Origin!
Zhu Fei’s heart began to pound wildly.
He knew all too well what ’origin’ ant.
Back in that ruin, he had obtained three drops of the Water Origin, which on the surface seed not to serve any purpose.
But after studying them for so long, Zhu Fei had vaguely realized that the opening of the Divine Tripod Space by his Creation God Tripod was probably related to that Water Origin.
Now, having detected the presence of the Earth Origin here, does that an his Creation God Tripod is about to undergo so kind of fundantal transformation?
With that thought, Zhu Fei could no longer contain the excitent in his heart, and he hastened his Escape Light, moving toward the direction where the Earth Origin was sensed.
Indeed, as Zhu Fei’s Escape Light drew near, the fluctuations of the Creation God Tripod between his brows grew more intense.
When Zhu Fei had advanced about another two hundred ters, the Creation God Tripod in his brow suddenly flew out on its own, landing directly onto a spot on a sand wall ahead!
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