Lu Lei trudged across the sand, his feet sinking with every step. Before the beads of sweat on his forehead could even roll off, the heat waves evaporated them into thin air. The silhouette of the oasis, visible in the distance, seemed tantalizingly close, yet forever beyond his reach. He glanced down at his tattered pant legs and couldn't help but curse, "Could they not have paved a stone path across this desert?"
Three hours later, when he finally stepped onto the firm ground at the edge of the oasis, he nearly collapsed. The solid sensation under his feet moved him to tears—heaven knows how agonizing it is for a Body Cultivator to trek through quicksand. The sand was so soft it felt as if its bones had been pulled out, making every step feel like walking on a pile of cotton.
"This goddamn place is a death trap for Body Cultivators..."
Chapter 62