Lord of the Desert

Chapter 573 A Breeding Ground
Like other martial artists, Hong Fan would conduct a comprehensive test on himself whenever he broke through a certain realm. One reason was to adapt to the new combat power as quickly as possible, and the other was to enjoy the ultimate pleasure of taking another step forward.

After advancing to the Yuan Magnetic Realm, a martial artist's reaction time drops to less than five milliseconds, and their spatial awareness becomes increasingly profound—their biological clock is as accurate as a regular mechanical watch, their limb movement error when their eyes are closed is at the micrometer level, and their visual distance measurement on a hundred-meter scale is accurate to the millimeter level...

These qualities facilitate testing.

Without the intervention of the Sand World, Hong Fan's running speed is 300 kilometers per hour and his flying speed is 350 kilometers per hour, similar to that of a typical Yuan Magnetic Second or Third Gate.

Sand control distance of 80 meters, sand sensing distance of 130 meters, core output of 150 tons, bending lift of 30 tons...

The advancement of the Yuan Magnetic Realm is not limited to the physical body.

Hong Fan's true essence level and output power have doubled, enough to easily defeat his two predecessors before their breakthroughs, creating a qualitative gap with ordinary innate beings.

When he loosened his fingers and saw that the granite in his palm had not only shattered but had even partially melted and ceramicized due to high pressure and temperature, he was speechless with shock.

Muscle fibers are both indestructible and resilient.

Its bone structure is stronger than carbon nanotubes and can maintain its basic shape during a nuclear explosion.

The articular cartilage and lubrication system are so perfect that they can withstand repeated impacts of hundreds or thousands of tons without wearing out...

The standard-issue ammunition from Kaimingxing can no longer harm me.

Hong Fan thought with certainty.

So what kind of modifications would the human body need to undergo to reach this point?

His thoughts began to wander.

Just like Duan Tiannan, who worked tirelessly until he was exhausted after his breakthrough, how could an ordinary person not feel a surge of pride and determination when they reached this level through daily practice?

The fiery true essence overflowed, instantly evaporating the snow that had accumulated within a radius of tens of meters.

Hong Fan looked up, following the flow of light, and stared directly at the great sun high in the sky, his heart surging with emotion.

If only I had that power back then...

Those people and events from the past that have not yet faded, the impulses and passions hidden deep in my heart, all long dormant and suppressed, suddenly surge forth like a tidal wave.

It's a pity that life is so precious, precisely because there are no "what ifs".

With this thought in mind, Hong Fan unleashed his true energy, bursting forth and soaring straight up, cleaving through the wind and piercing the clouds, heading towards the sun without asking about anything else.

Up to the highest point, until the air is thin and hair and beard are frosted.

The innate spiritual energy is no longer sufficient to sustain one.

Hong Fan paused, gently exhaling his lungs, watching it condense into sparse ice streams, and then gradually dissipate into invisible dust.

The light blue sky revealed its true black color.

The sun no longer disguises itself as the gentle, round beauty within the atmosphere, but degenerates into a cold, pure, platinum-colored spur, a needle piercing into an unknown distance.

This is Hong Fan's second time stepping into space since Zi Wuchang.

He had a vague sense of disharmony.

With his eyes closed, Hong Fan used the Dragon Soul Tree and the Destiny Star to expand his senses, gradually deciphering the source of the discord—beyond the planet, an invisible and colorless giant net, resembling an ocean current, enveloped the earth like a cocoon, within which a vast amount of life force flowed quietly in a complex and precise manner…

A planet-level array barrier.

The First Emperor descended from beyond the heavens, rectifying the morality of the sun and moon, and establishing the positions of the gods and deities.

Hong Fan recalled the account in "The Chronicles of the Gods," and his feverish mind instantly cooled down.

This is the creation of the First Emperor; ah, the First Emperor…

He avoided the indistinguishable cosmic Milky Way and sharp starlight from beyond the heavens, and looked down at what lay below.

The sea of ​​clouds is pure white; the majestic ones stand tall and imposing like mountain ranges, while the gentle ones are ethereal and expansive, flowing like a river of silk.

Beneath the clouds lies an earth sculpted like a relief.

Kuaiye Mountain stretches horizontally from west to east like a reed leaf, with vein-like folds left by glacial movement crowding its sides; to the north of Hezhou Mountain, the Linghe River system flows deep and meandering, stitching together three guards and thirteen cities of varying sizes.

In the far east, a white cyclone silently obscured half of Qingzhou; further south, a wisp of purple mist adorned the horizon at the edge of the field of vision—that was the Purple Impermanence, stretching for over a hundred miles, about five thousand miles away from Hongfan.

"Not enough, not enough, I'm still far from it..." Hong Fan murmured silently, dissipating his power and returning to the atmosphere.

The air currents tightened his robes.

As temperatures rise, frost melts, and mountains and rivers expand in miniature.

Hong Fan fell through the flock of geese, and amidst the chaotic cries, he pulled himself up westward, running alongside the vulture for a while before heading towards Juehou Mountain.

Avoiding the hunters and caravans traveling through the valleys, and passing several pass post stations under construction, he finally found a secluded hilltop near Xijing and landed deep in Liangzhou.

Leaving northern Xinjiang was to ensure safety.

The sand flow converged and solidified, sealing off the cave's only entrance and exit.

Hong Fan entered a deep meditative state, focusing his gaze on the space between his eyebrows.

At the pineal gland, through the blue-green capillary network, under the guidance of the Dragon Soul Tree, he once again saw that tiny, purple, muscular eye.

After experiencing the Purple Impermanence, Hong Fan was certain that this thing was not some "Dragon-given Destiny Star," but rather a part of the Thousand-Eyed Demon God.

The chills arose from all directions, penetrating every nook and cranny, feeling both like being pricked by needles and accompanied by a numb, festering sensation.

Hong Fanqiang composed himself and focused his gaze.

Then the single eye called "Sand World" slowly opened, to about 30%.

Hallucinations began to occur one after another.

Time is silent.

The vast desert sands coalesced into rocks, stretching across the heavens and earth, before being swallowed by a sea of ​​blood and sinking into the abyss.

Black is a cage.

So restricted that they cannot stretch their limbs.

Time, immeasurable, has passed, the constraints have decayed and collapsed, a clear blue sky appears briefly, only to be extinguished by pure golden light.

Last time, Hong Fan woke up in a void devoid of light and shadow, but this time he saw even more.

Emptiness is not the end.

Spots of purple seeped from the golden, shimmering cradle, parasitizing and developing, yearning to become stars once more, only to be torn apart by black flames and scattered into the endless, floating world…

Hong Fan suddenly woke up and immediately remembered his first dream after leaving Zi Wuchang—in the dream he fought against endless purple water plants that swayed like human hair, and after escaping, his legs were covered with purple blisters.

Barren sands, abyss, radiance, fertile ground, parasitism, purple star clusters, black flames...

Based on the information he possessed, these images all seemed to fit into specific contexts.

Destiny Star, Ancestral Dragon, Dragon Corpse, Thousand-Eyed Demon God, Heart-Eating Black Flame...

After some rearrangement, Hong Fan forcibly eliminated these distracting thoughts—what he lacked was power, not the causes and consequences of this world—and then discovered that his mind was filled with a great deal of mysterious knowledge.

This knowledge is about the sand world.

The new authority—weather.

Within the astrological influence of Hong Fan, the three-dimensional layers of sand and rock within a radius of hundreds of meters were clearly visible, and a single, formed rock blocked the entrance to the cave.

【spread.】

He issued commands using his mind.

The true essence of the sand world surged forth; the rock strata seemed to encounter an invisible file, shattering and peeling away layer by layer.

In just a few breaths, the several-meter-thick rock layer turned to sand, revealing the blue sky above.

Hong Fan strode out and looked around.

Daylight is dead.

In the gaze of the stars, ants are crawling on the barren rocks.

(End of this chapter)