The words written in the desert read: "Kill him if you want, don't torture him."

"Poof~" The bubble on the 'street dance girl's' mouth popped, and the head of the figure who was dancing street dance also exploded.

The music stopped abruptly, as if startled by the sound of a head exploding.

The 'street dance girl' wiped the foam stuck to her lips with her finger and put it back in her mouth: 'How can street dance be torture? Apologize!'

“I’m sorry,” the female sand artist said. “Do as Li Changzhou said. Gather intelligence from the next tribe before taking action.”

"So annoying," the street dancer muttered. "But I might need him to protect me later, so I guess I'll just have to do it this way."

"I'll send some more people to look for the waterfall." 'Draw your own notebook' took out a pressure-sensitive pen and a digital display.

With a few swift movements, her own figure, dressed so revealingly as if she had stepped out of a notebook, flew out of the digital screen page by page, drifting away like paper into the distance.

"Let's continue." The ten players headed towards the next tribe.

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Southwest route.

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"

"Having fought a hundred battles in the yellow sands, clad in golden armor, we will not return until we have conquered Loulan."

Poems flowed from the 'poet's' mouth, empowering 'only strength'.

He had only strength to hug a ten-meter-long, ten-meter-thick pillar made of forged alloy.

With a gentle flick, sand flies out like dumplings; with a casual pat, a person is crushed into minced meat.

With arms raised, the rotating alloy pillar, like a brush, transforms into a circular meat grinder ten meters in diameter, seemingly grinding countless flesh and bones, but in reality smashing them to dust.

“Every time Brother Li makes a move, I don’t want to join in.” The ‘Taoist’ stood far away.

“Amitabha, I only brought one set of clothes with me.” The monk stood beside him.

“Rough, too rough.” The martial arts fan stood beside the two.

This time, the four of them were supposed to act together while the other six remained on guard, conserving their "abilities." However, the strength-based guy's fighting style prevented them from joining the fray.

"The land sent word that Li Changzhou wants us to keep an eye out for something called 'Desert Waterfall,' and to collect myths and legends about this planet from the natives." One of the players on guard, 'All Superstition,' walked over.

"Brother Li, don't kill them, spare them!" the 'Taoist' shouted into the battlefield.

"Bang!" The strong man smashed a huge sand beast into a pulp, and the last few sand people followed suit, turning into flat shapes.

"What did you say?" The strong man was scrubbing the bloody, fleshy alloy steel pillar in the sand.

"...It's alright now."

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Eastern Front.

"Why is there not a soul in this desert?"

"It's normal that there are no people in the desert. Sigh, I'd love to see what aliens look like and what kind of life they lead."

"We are currently in the intelligence gathering phase. In seven days, everyone will gather together, and you can see whatever you want."

They haven't found the person yet.

Smoke billows from the ground, and the land emerges.

......

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Southeast Route, Li Changzhou's group of eight.

'Soda Cracker' captured all the sand bandits, tied them up with ropes, and had them dragged away by sand beasts.

They all had sandboards on their feet, making them look more like surfers than prisoners.

The back of the sand beast, a simple dwelling built of stones and cloth.

Yang Qinglan collected 'information' from all the sand people, reading through them one by one to gather as much intelligence as possible.

“Brother,” Li Qianxia casually flipped through a book, “could there be any connection between ‘The King of Wind and Light’ and ‘Lord of Glory’?”

"It would be great if there really was a connection, preferably with the same person." Li Changzhou put down one book and picked up another.

“If it’s the same person, then we’re not in great danger—oh! I get it!” Li Qianxia realized, “If it really is the same person, it proves that the ‘King of Wind and Light’ is dead, but not the same person. The ‘King of Wind and Light’ might still be alive!”

"As expected of my dearest little sister." Li Changzhou praised his family. "Actually, even if it wasn't just one person, she would most likely be dead."

"Why do you say that?" Yang Qinglan looked up and asked him.

"According to Shimizu, this planet was formed from the body of the 'King of Wind and Light,' and if the legend is true, he is basically dead." He repeated his description of his divine body.

Both of them nodded, thinking it was possible.

Yaochi, half-reclining, leaned close to Li Changzhou, breathed into his ear, and whispered, "What is the 'Lord of Radiance'?"

"Stay away from me!"

"The one further away from me is the 'Lord of Radiance'? What a strange thing."