"The lake water will not destroy the desert, it will only nourish it." Yang Qinglan held the fairy ruyi and gently tapped it on the lake.

In the clear light, the lake water flowed backwards like rain, falling drop by drop into the sky and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Yellow sand, like dry powder, reappeared on the earth.

"But we almost drowned!" Shimizu leaped up, crouching low like a leopard, his greatsword resting on his shoulder.

With a slight twist of the body, one can sweep the greatsword horizontally, with enough force to cut a person wearing armor in half at the waist.

Yang Qinglan looked into her sharp, piercing eyes and said calmly, "So you want to drown, along with your family, friends, and tribe?"

Shimizu gripped the hilt of the greatsword tightly.

Yang Qinglan didn't care about her attitude and calmly continued, "You now have a chance to decide the role of the lake water: whether it becomes your drinking water or appears at your feet as a graveyard."

call!

The wind was torn apart, and a whip made of yellow sand lashed out at Yang Qinglan, as fast as lightning.

With a snap, the whip suddenly fell to the ground, and starting from her head, the woman holding the whip turned into a cloud of black ash.

The temperature, tens of thousands of times higher than that of the desert, caused air currents to swirl, dispersing the human-shaped mass of black ash.

The blue light slowly faded, revealing Li Changzhou's still bright eyes, their edges dimmed, like the fading light around the edge of the sun.

The sand people, who had been coughing, wailing, and praying violently after drinking enough water, fell silent, their bodies ice-cold in the desert, their expressions filled with fear as they looked at Li Changzhou.

“I have been merciful enough to save you from the bandits. The only warning I gave you was to throw you into the lake and let her die without pain.”

The light in Li Changzhou's eyes dimmed, revealing clear, dark eyes.

“Tell me,” he said, turning his gaze to the clear water, “what is ‘the blessing of wind and light’?”

He didn't intend to kill anyone, but since the other party attacked first, and it was against Yang Qinglan, then he shouldn't blame them.

Sweat dripped from Qing Shui's forehead, only to be absorbed by his skin, making the giant sword on his shoulder feel heavier than ever before.

She put down the greatsword, which lay helplessly aground on the sand.

"I can tell you anything you want to know, but you must promise me one thing: guarantee our safety and well-being."

“I like this kind of fair transaction,” Li Changzhou smiled.

Shimizu gave him the middle finger: "What do you want to know?"

“First,” Li Changzhou looked at her middle finger, “I want to know what this gesture means?”

“Our tribe expresses its intention to make peace.” Shimizu retracted his middle finger, then flicked it out again like a flicking finger, repeating the same action twice.

"I see." Li Changzhou nodded.

Yaochi let out a soft chuckle.

"Hmm~" Li Qianxia tried hard to control her laughter, but ended up making this kind of laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Changzhou asked.

"No, it's just... I was thinking about happy things." Li Qianxia looked up painfully.

Li Changzhou looked at Qingshui, who flashed his middle finger at him... He vaguely heard Yang Qinglan's laughter, no, it must be his imagination.

"Alright, put it down. I know what you mean." Li Changzhou could obviously tell that the girl carrying the giant sword was cursing him.

Humanoid beings can accurately understand certain things even if they don't speak the same language, as has been proven on Earth.

But he wasn't a bad person. If that woman hadn't brandished her whip and attacked him directly, or even if she had just started swearing, he wouldn't have killed her.

“Tell me, what does ‘the wind and light bless’ mean?” he asked.

"King of Wind and Light, our God, this world is the product of his body, and we are his people."

"A legend similar to Pangu?" Li Qianxia muttered to herself.

Li Changzhou, however, thought of something else.

The description of the [Divine Body] includes the line: "Low-level powerful - if the divine body is less than half damaged, it can be fully restored; after death, the body transforms into a thousand-foot-tall sacred mountain, nurturing all living beings."

After death, his body transformed into a thousand-foot-tall sacred mountain, nurturing all living beings...

I once read in a book that any myth or legend may contain some bits of truth.

The myths of Pangu and the legends of the King of Wind and Light may be true, but some parts are exaggerated... or perhaps reduced in scope.

"It's not a legend, it's true!" Qingshui glared at Li Qianxia. "All the people of Four Seasons Star, no matter how remote the place, believe in the wind and the light!"

"How can you prove it's true?" Li Changzhou asked.

"It's true!"

He originally wanted to know what "miracles" the King of Wind and Light had performed, so that he could make the vast majority of people on this planet submit by imitating miracles, but he had obviously asked the wrong person.

"Where did you get these weapons from?" Yaochi suddenly asked.

Shimizu did not answer.

"Don't worry," Li Qianxia said kindly, despite having just been rebuffed, "we won't take your weapon."

"She's probably not worried about her weapons being stolen," Yaochi laughed. "Tell me, where did the weapons come from, okay?"

"...Desert waterfall."

"All of them?"

"...Some...were stolen from others, and some...were inherited...their origin is...the desert waterfall."

What is the Desert Waterfall? Where is it located?

"The desert waterfall... the treasure trove of the gods... wandering in the desert." Qingshui stared blankly at Yaochi, her eyes filled with a daze. "I want you to drink my urine."

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