Chapter 712: Loyalty until Death

Returning to the endless yellow sand is a difficult decision.

First of all, he has a mission this time, and returning means that if something unexpected happens to him, he will not be able to complete the mission.

Secondly, the yellow sand represents torture and loneliness, and he resisted in his heart, but he finally went back.

What supported him to do so was the goal set for them by Taichu a long time ago:

for you, unless it is a matter of life and death for the alliance, improving your strength is the most important thing, because every improvement in your strength represents a great improvement in the upper limit of the strength of your people.

They represent the highest military force of the tribe, not that they are the strongest. After all, with the stone orb in front of them, who dares to say that they are the strongest among the tribe?

But Shi's prowess cannot be replicated. He has long been identified as the most gifted warrior in the history of the Alliance. No one objects to this, and no one thinks he can be surpassed.

But they are different. Their success can be replicated, especially after the completion of the lower fairyland. In the future, it is very likely that a large number of tribesmen will be able to practice like him.

Therefore, if the upper limit can be raised, it will be more important to the Alliance. If he cannot complete the mission of the envoy, there will naturally be descendants to do it.

Because of these thoughts, he walked into the desert without looking back.

There were only three camels, which could allow him to practice hard in the desert for about a month. He didn't know if the time was enough. He only knew that he had to work harder.

So, he began to torture himself more frantically. He

would not rest until he was too tired to lift his legs;

he would not eat until he was too hungry to feel dizzy;

he would not sleep until he felt black in front of his eyes.

Time passed faster than before. The scorching heat of the day and the cold of the night were torture for his mind and body, but he was more and more willing to do it.

He didn't know how long he had been walking here. He only remembered that he had sent more than ten messages to the alliance using the whoosh machine.

The content of the more than ten messages was the same, basically describing his situation, his guesses, and his choices.

This place is too far away from the alliance, and the whoosh machine has lost its call function, so it can only store some information and send it back. As for whether the message

can be received over there, he couldn't confirm it, as he had never conducted experiments at such a long distance before.

Three camels became two, and then one. When the last camel starved to death, only a little food and water remained on his back.

Food and water were becoming scarce, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian became more and more viscous.

If it was only slightly viscous before, now there is liquid in the viscosity.

Looking inward at Dantian, one or two drops, or four or five drops of liquid spiritual energy gathered together, often making his face like an old farmer show a smile after a good harvest.

Now he looks older, with dry and cracked skin, dark complexion, and more and more crow's feet at the corners of his eyes because of squinting for a long time.

But he is still very happy, and he still wants to fight until all the food and water are used up.

The opportunity was fleeting. He didn't know if it would still be effective after he left and came back. He

also didn't know if he could make progress after his mind and will changed. Looking forward, no one could give him guidance, and looking back, there was nothing to gain.

All he could do was to persevere alone, even if it meant death, to find a way forward.

After the death of the last camel, he would use the Woo-woo machine to send out some information every day, telling about his progress and insights.

These records of his cultivation progress and insights are crucial to the alliance. If the alliance can receive them, everything he has done will be worth it.

Even if he can't receive them, his attempt is worth it. Even if there is a one-in-a-million chance, he will not let it go.

So, he survived and tried desperately to compress the spiritual energy in his body.

Zhuo Bai was sure that throughout his life, he had never worked so hard as he did now, because even if he worked a little less, he might starve to death here, or die of thirst here. There were

still seven bags of water in the backpack. He used them sparingly, but the speed at which the quantity was decreasing still made him irritable.

When there were only three bags of water left, he felt he could still give it a try.

When there were only two bags of water left, he felt he still had a chance.

When there was only one bag of water left, he silently put the water in the empty backpack and took out the Woo-Woo machine.

"The spiritual energy is obviously liquefying, ahem, I still can't find the reason. There is still one bag of water left. I'm very thirsty, but I can't drink it. If I drink it, there will be no hope in my heart."

He murmured to the Woo-Woo machine and sent this message back.

"I decided to charge into the desert, using all my strength and will to give it a final try. I hope I can succeed and wish the alliance everlasting prosperity."

After saying this, he put the Woo-woo machine into his backpack, packed his luggage, and ran deep into the desert.

At the beginning, his tired body couldn't move forward and was a little shaky, but as he ran, his body got used to it.

The speed was not fast, and every step was in the sand. It was very difficult to pull out his legs.

He ran madly, and I don't know how much sand and stones blew into his mouth. The scarf on his head had long disappeared, and his body shape became more and more chaotic, but his will was burning itself.

And in the dantian that he was paying attention to, the spiritual energy and those liquids collided into a ball as he ran madly.

"Puff."

Zhuo Bai's legs sank into the sand, and he felt like

he was stepping on running water. His heart sank. This was quicksand, and he had stepped on it before. That time, he had to use his spiritual energy to escape.

Should he explode?

He asked himself, and then he looked inward at his dantian.

The spiritual energy in his dantian was beginning to rotate after a crazy collision, as if undergoing some kind of transformation. He had a feeling that he was only one step away from success.

Stop?

No, he can't stop.

He made up his mind not to release his spiritual energy at this moment, he had to hold on and persist until he succeeded.

His body gradually sank, and even if he didn't torture his body, the quicksand was still swallowing him.

Slowly, his lower body was entangled in the quicksand, and his backpack was about to sink into it.

"Sizzle."

Zhuo Bai broke the backpack, and the water bag, the Woo-Woo machine, the dried meat... many small things fell out. He picked up the Woo-Woo machine and didn't even look at the water bag that fell into the quicksand.

"I fell into the quicksand, but during my crazy running just now, the spiritual energy began to change. First it was a chaotic collision, and now it has entered a rotation."

Zhuo Bai's voice was a little anxious and a little dull, because the quicksand had already pressed on his chest.

"I'm about to sink completely into the quicksand, but I have a feeling that if the spiritual energy in my dantian continues to swirl, they will be assimilated into liquid and turned into gold..."

A mouthful of yellow sand poured into Zhuo Bai's mouth. He raised his arms high, swung his joints hard, and threw the Wuwu machine behind him.

That place is not a quicksand area. If he can get out, he can still find the Wuwu machine.

If he can't get out... He has done what he should do. He may not be the best one, but his heart for the alliance will never change until his death.