The buried sand forest covers a vast area, located between Qizhou and the far north.
Countless tall trees grew in this land, clustered together, blocking out the sun. Walking among them, you couldn't see a ray of sky at all. There was only one kind of tree that could grow here, and it was called the Lihen Wood.
The roots of the Lihen tree are in the yellow sand. One hundred meters above the ground, there are bare trunks, vast and vigorous, with dilapidated bark. But further up, there are suddenly large patches of dense shade, blocking out the sun and the moon.
The Maisha Forest is a vital location for the human race. Every year, powerful beings from the Tribulation Crossing Stage and even the Great Perfection Stage come here to survey the forest's conditions. Because the forest blocks the sandstorms blowing in from the Far North, the Separation Hen Tree can absorb nutrients from the sand and stone, allowing it to thrive.
Here, each Lihen tree is very close to each other, and you can see another Lihen tree every less than three meters.
Walking in such a place, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but slow down a lot. There wasn't much danger here, but the Lihen Wood itself was a kind of demon that could bewitch people. Any cultivator with a weak will who entered it would be attracted by its fragrance, fall into an illusion, and eventually become addicted.
A single Lihen Tree can only cause a momentary disorientation in a mortal, a modest effect. But what about tens of thousands of Lihen Trees? What about an entire forest of Lihen Trees?
That would be able to deceive the true hearts of those who practice Taoism!
"I heard from Master Yuqingzi that when you came to the Far North, you were only at the Golden Core stage." Luo Jianqing said as he quickly shuttled through the Buried Sand Forest. "Did you notice anything unusual when you passed through this forest back then?"
Even though his cultivation was temporarily suppressed, Luo Jianqing's realm and will were not affected at all. He did not feel anything unusual in this buried sand forest. He seemed to smell a faint fragrance, but it was just a smell and did not let him enter the illusion.
Xuan Lingzi was naturally more calm. He said calmly, "At that time, Master heard the roar of the monster."
Luo Jianqing became interested: "What's that sound?"
Xuan Lingzi said, "At first, a demon beast roared towards me. I didn't see its body, but I could hear the sound. I ignored it and continued forward. Later, more and more demon beasts appeared. By the time we were about to leave the Buried Sand Forest, the demon beasts had formed an army of a thousand people... However, we could only hear the sound."
Luo Jianqing smiled and said, "If you were even a little bit scared, I'm afraid those sounds would turn into real objects."
Xuan Lingzi remained silent.
The two men traveled in the buried sand forest for ten days and ten nights.
Along the way, they encountered cultivators flying from other towns to the Far North. The lowest level of cultivation was at the Nascent Soul stage. As soon as the two sides met, the other party immediately looked at Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi warily, then left cautiously.
The Far North's once-a-decade superstorm had temporarily subsided, and naturally, many cultivators had flocked there in search of opportunities. Luo Jianqing paid them no attention, for he had no desire to compete with them for the readily available opportunities. His goal was clear: to obtain Senior Mo Qing's relics and give them to Mo Qiu.
Half a year ago, Luo Jianqing asked the Buddhist disciple to bring a message to Mo Qiu, saying that he would send something to Mo Qiu in a year, asking Mo Qiu not to run around, or give him a contact method so that they could contact each other when the time comes.
Senior Mo Qing's relic must have belonged to the abandoned lineage of the Mo family. Mo Qiu was the most outstanding member of that lineage, so Luo Jianqing decided to give it to Mo Qiu. After they met, they would go to the cold desert together to meet Mo Qiu's clansmen.
With Xuan Lingzi around, Luo Jianqing believed he could protect himself in the Far North without any problems, so he didn't want Mo Qiu to come all the way. Furthermore, this was his first time training with his master, so he didn't want to be disturbed.
After passing through the sand-buried forest, what comes into view is an extremely desolate scene!
If Qizhou is described as a land of withered yellow, with little green, and the Buried Sand Forest as a land of dry, bleak sand, then the Far North is a land of parched, cracked earth everywhere! Spider-web-like gullies permeate the area, and walking on them makes a crunching sound with your shoes.
This is one of the four most dangerous places in the thirty-six states!
This is the Far North!
In his previous life, Luo Jianqing had been forced to hide due to the Taihua Order, and had no choice but to enter the Far North. Back then, seeing such a dangerous and desolate place for the first time, he was horrified and astonished, but now, only a feeling of helplessness and bitterness lingered in his heart.
His two junior fellow apprentices died in the far north.
He died not because of the strong wind in the far north, but because he was innocently implicated by Li Xiuchen.
As if sensing his disciple's somewhat depressed mood, Xuan Lingzi gently took Luo Jianqing's hand and said, "Now that we've entered the Far North, there's no need for me to suppress your cultivation any longer. But here, Jianqing, I won't help you in the slightest. You can just pretend I don't exist. This place is a training ground for you."
Luo Jianqing naturally understood Xuan Lingzi's meaning: "Okay."
Luo Jianqing's current Out-of-Body Stage cultivation level might be considered powerful enough to establish a sect in the outside world, but in the Far North, he was only considered above average. Anyone who dared to come to the Far North was undoubtedly a high-level cultivator confident in their own abilities. Even encountering a Fusion Stage cultivator here wouldn't be surprising.
Next, the two officially set foot in the Far North.
As soon as he set foot on this land, a gentle breeze blew towards Luo Jianqing. The wind seemed soft and light, without any strength, but Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes, alertly waiting for it to blow towards him.
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