"Don't worry, as long as I'm still here, it means nothing will happen to you."

Seeing Lu Ban lost in thought, Feng Yu spoke.

Lu Ban had heard such words before. He didn't know why at that time, but now it sounds like maybe Lu Ban's future has some intersection with Feng Yu's past, so at least in Feng Yu's cognition, Lu Ban is safe now.

"That's great, when do we leave?"

Lu Ban asked.

"Any time."

Feng Yu answered.

Lu Ban didn't let Feng Yu wait too long. After tidying up, he opened the panel of the Silence Land again.

[Do you want to enter the quiet place?]

【whether】

After taking a look at Feng Yu beside him, Lu Ban chose [Yes].

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the house. In the wind, yellow sand filled the sky, blocking the view, blowing the whole house away, and the walls collapsed. Bricks and stones swirled in the tornado. This violent wind was unprecedented and made Lu Ban feel a little special.

At this moment, a hand grabbed him.

Lu Ban looked to the side and saw Feng Yu holding Lu Ban's hand, clearing a slightly secluded path in the dark purple lightning caused by the tornado.

At the same time, in Lu Ban’s vision, the cold and indifferent words of the Land of Silence emerged.

[The speed of time in the foreign world is inconsistent with that in the main world]

[This time ratio: 1:1]

[Heading to the Wasteland]

The storm quickly obscured the view, but Feng Yu held Lu Ban's hand tightly. When he felt the storm subside and the surroundings became quiet, Lu Ban found that he was standing in a patch of sand.

The sky was blue, without a single cloud, and ahead, in the sunshine, a majestic city rose from the ground, obscuring the horizon.

Most of the city was made up of dark brick and stone buildings. There were no tall buildings, only a pyramid-like object standing in the center.

Around the city, there was an endless stream of caravans riding on strange creatures. The closer to the city, the denser the crowds. It was like the last spark of human civilization in the desert, shining brightly in the high temperature of the sun.

However, compared to when he first came to the wasteland, Lu Ban felt that this world was indeed a lot more prosperous.

"This is Utopia, the largest city-state in the wasteland."

Feng Yu pointed at the city.

She had changed into a desert-style dress at some point and covered her hair with cloth.

Lu Ban was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

The two moved towards the city, and Feng Yu spoke as they walked.

"The city-states in the wilderness are like countries. Each city-state has its own saint. In other words, the saint's legacy is the foundation of their establishment of the city-state."

“What exactly is a saint?”

Lu Ban asked, the gravel was quite soft to step on, and the shoes used for walking in the city soon sank into the sand.

"Saints are also called Named Ones in this foreign land. Some people say that since most people in the wasteland do not have names, only Named Ones can become extraordinary. But in fact, it is just the opposite. The name of a saint itself is a kind of power."

Feng Yu watched Lu Ban take off his shoes, pour out a lot of sand from them, and put them back on. She continued.

“Since pollution is a kind of knowledge, why can’t a name be pollution?”

"You mean, these names have power in themselves? But they are all names from the mythology and history of the earth, there is nothing special about them."

Lu Ban tried to think of Achilles' name in his mind, and nothing unusual happened.

If the names of the Old Ones would lead to pollution, Lu Ban would think it was normal, but it was not the case now.

"Some names aren't taboo in our mouths, right?"

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Ban.

"You think these names are not polluting because you have already adapted to them. But for the wasteland, these names and the meanings behind them are quite powerful pollutants."

Having said that, Feng Yu stopped. At this moment, they were walking on a sand dune. Further down was an oasis and a bustling desert market.

There are many such oases scattered around the city, and within the city, there is a small lake and a large area of ​​green grass.

"Like, do you think there has ever been someone with a similar name in this world?"

Feng Yu said.

Lu Ban was stunned.

Indeed, he himself knew Utopia and Achilles, and thought that these were normal names and their deeds were common sense.

But the wasteland is a foreign land.

The names of these saints may not even exist in the history of the wilderness.

The origins of these names, then, are questionable.

Perhaps it was the knowledge spread by a chosen one when the wasteland was just being rebuilt, or perhaps it was the whispers of some great being that were randomly passed into people's ears on a whim.

In short, these names that did not come from the wilderness have gained power when they arrived here. Their legends constitute the foundation of the saints and also become the cornerstone for the establishment of the wilderness city-state.

Rounding off is also a good thing.

It was hard for Lu Ban to say whether the Wasteland could have survived until now if there had been no saint to lead it and these city-states had not been established. At least, in a world that had become the end of the world, supernatural powers were always useful.

The two men arrived at the city gate. The guards here did not conduct strict inspections. The cities in the wasteland were extremely far apart. Most of the people who could arrive here were business travelers. They traveled through the desert filled with yellow sand, trading specialties from different city-states to make a profit.

Walking into the city, Lu Ban saw low houses on both sides of the simple and plain main road, as well as vendors along the street.

The things sold by these vendors are quite peculiar. Most of them are cans, spoons and other metal products. Occasionally you can see some stone carvings. As for food or clothes, they are almost invisible.

This is understandable. The wasteland is essentially still in the desert and resources are scarce. Apart from the relics from the previous era found by explorers in the ruins, everything else should be uniformly allocated, and there will be no extra food to sell.

On the side of the road, someone was eating from a tattered tin can filled with a brown semi-solid substance similar to paste. He drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and felt quite satisfied.

Lu Ban remembered that a major source of food in the wilderness was insects, and now it seemed that there were other crops as well.

"Please support our Yellow Sand Brotherhood. Lord Iron Snake will lead everyone to a good life!"

Lu Ban heard shouting not far away. Many people gathered there. Lu Ban and Feng Yu looked at each other and followed.

They found that in the middle of the crowd, there were several young men and a big pot with a brown paste stewed in it. They were shouting and distributing food to others, which led to the place being surrounded by people.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban took out a bowl from somewhere and moved over.