In that vast and scorching desert, time seemed to be stretched by the scorching sun.

Every second cuts through their skin and will like a knife.

Finally, after experiencing seemingly endless torment and struggle.

A touch of green, like a beacon of hope, suddenly appeared before the exhausted slaves' eyes.

——That is an oasis, an oasis of life.

It lies quietly in the distance, like the gentlest comfort in the desert.

However.

This impending redemption did not completely dispel the haze in their hearts.

On the road ahead, tragedies continue to unfold.

A few weak slaves were ultimately unable to withstand the harshness of nature and the ruthlessness of fate.

Their bodies collapsed like weathered sand sculptures, never able to stand up again.

There was no hesitation in the soldiers' eyes. They knew very well that in this land, any trace of doubt could become a fatal trap.

Then the spear was swung down.

Each blow was precise and ruthless, piercing the slave's body and the hearts of everyone present.

One of them, perhaps still holding a faint spark of life, flicked his fingers helplessly on the sand a few times.

Then it fell silent and was completely swallowed up by this land of death.

This scene, even in the scorching sun, was like a sharp blade in the cold wind, making the other slaves' hearts even more worried.

Fear was like an invisible chain, tightly binding their steps.

But the instinct for survival forced them to speed up their pace, and every step brought deeper despair and desire.

Their faces were as pale as paper, the result of blood loss and dehydration.

The desert beneath our feet seemed to be infected by this heavy suffering, leaving behind a series of bloody trails winding into the distance.

The soldiers carried out their tasks with expressionless faces, lifting the heavy bodies.

Although the smell of rotting blood became more pungent under the scorching sun, almost suffocating.

But they seemed to have gotten used to it all and continued to move forward mechanically.

This indifference and cruelty made Feng Feng and his group feel mixed emotions.

They all turned their heads away at the same time, unwilling to watch this cruel scene any longer.

"It's too cruel." Jin Shile's voice was low and trembling, and his eyes were full of doubts and compassion for human nature.

"That was the norm in that civilization,"

Gao Chen took a deep breath, his tone filled with both helplessness and determination.

"In this corner of the world, if the light of globalization had not illuminated every corner, such tragedies might have been repeated in countless places."

"What we pursue is not just survival, but equality and respect among people."

This is the fundamental reason why they maintain social order.

They want people to be human and equal.

Yunyang was a man of meticulous attention. His gaze penetrated the scorching sun and fell on the enslaved figures.

The slaves' skin looked extremely pale in the sun.

It was a sickly, lifeless white.

It was in stark contrast to the soldiers' dark, tough skin resulting from long-term training.

But even so, it's a little too white, as if she was born with two different skin colors.

He noticed that the slaves' faces were soft and their eyes contained deep fear and despair.

It was completely different from the soldiers' tough, aggressive faces.

What surprised him even more was that the slaves' eyes were colorful, in stark contrast to the soldiers' eyes which were mostly monotonous black or brown.

This made him come up with a bold guess.

"It seems we are entering a country built on blood and race,"

Yun Yang's voice was deep and firm, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Here, race has become the only criterion for defining identity and determining fate."

Jin Shile frowned upon hearing this, with mixed emotions surging in his heart:

"Are they captives of a defeated nation, or are they a group of people branded as 'slaves' from birth?"

"have no idea,"

Yunyang shook his head slightly, wisdom glittering in his eyes.

"The truth is often hidden behind the fog, and we need to reveal it step by step."

“Keep moving forward, maybe you’ll find the answer around the next corner.”

Mai Xuan's worries were like the heat waves on this land, difficult to calm down.

"Hopefully we can find a way to leave this illusion in time."

"Otherwise, I don't know when this double torture of mind and body will end."

Tanai's footsteps landed lightly on the scorching sand.

Every step seems to carry uncertainty about the future and a subtle determination.

"Let's take it one step at a time..."

His words echoed in the empty desert, carrying a sense of helplessness yet a tenacious strength.

Upon hearing this, Jin Shile couldn't help but scratch his head.

There was a hint of confusion and recognition in his frown.

"Indeed, in this vast sea of ​​sand, who can predict the road ahead?"

He turned to look at the silent Feng Feng and asked curiously:

"Old Four, why aren't you talking? What's on your mind?"

Feng Feng's gaze penetrated the heat waves in front of him, as if he was trying to catch something in the deep sea of ​​memory.

"I'm thinking about a question,"

He spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic.

"Racial slavery...why does this term sound so familiar to me?"

He closed his eyes, frowned, and tried to piece together the scattered fragments in his mind.

But those clues were like quicksand; the tighter you held on to them, the more they vanished without a trace.

At this moment, a group of soldiers escorted slaves slowly into the entrance of the oasis.

It was a city gate made of dilapidated earth walls.

Despite being eroded by wind and rain, it still stands tenaciously, isolating this vibrant oasis from the desolation of the outside world.

Inside the city gate, it seems like another world, an ancient and mysterious era is slowly unfolding.

Jin Shile looked at the city gate, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Look at this city gate. Although it is dilapidated, its preservation in this desert is enough to prove that it was once the most glorious symbol of the world's productivity."

Mai Xuan agreed, "The desert is merciless, with raging sandstorms. It's really not easy to maintain it like this."

Passing through the city gate, the six people followed the soldiers and slaves into this ancient oasis city.

The scene inside the city is even more shocking.

Although the building is dilapidated, it still retains the primitive and rugged beauty of ancient Egypt three thousand years ago.

The stone pillars are crumbling and the murals are mottled, each telling the story of the past glory and vicissitudes.

On both sides of the street, pedestrians were dressed in different clothes, some in rags, as if they had just struggled out of the abyss of suffering;

Some of them are dressed in gorgeous clothes and have complicated head ornaments, showing their former nobility and glory.

Their eyes show both the desire and indomitable spirit for life, as well as the nostalgia and sorrow for the past.

There is a complex and subtle emotion in the air.