I can find treasures in my dreams.

Despite his skepticism about the extremely alarming idea that "the Eternal Alliance is trying to destroy the entire Primordial World," Naraku of the Qiongshu Civilization did not delve into the details.

The Tree Man Venerable cautiously inquired, "Your Majesty, since you mentioned that the Eternal God Alliance is behind the Dark Tide Calamity, may I see the relevant evidence with my own eyes?"

"of course can."

Yang Fan agreed without hesitation.

His initiative to bring up the connection between the Eternal Alliance and the Dark Tide was motivated by a desire to present evidence and win over allies.

Faced with an extremely powerful force like the Shadow Temple, with its long history and numerous venerable figures, the only way to contend with it is to gather more allies and form an inter-civilizational alliance.

Presenting solid evidence is the key step to quickly dispel the doubts of other venerable ones and forge an alliance.

Yang Fan was very clear that, in the eyes of the Shadow Palace, he was trapped in a net they had laid, firmly "trapped" in the world of the Meijia Civilization, which was like an "isolated island."

They could only watch helplessly as the "shackles of death" tightened little by little, ultimately leaving them to await their doom.

But the truth is quite the opposite.

The Shadow Palace would never have imagined that he possessed such a heaven-defying treasure as the Doll of Clones.

His clones are constantly moving, shuttling between different worlds, like a needle threading a needle, secretly weaving a net that entangles the Shadow Palace.

It won't be long.

He will organize a Venerable Team Battle to deliver a "huge surprise" to the Shadow Temple.

Of course, the Shadow Temple would not consider this a surprise; to them, it would be a complete shock.

With a gentle smile on his lips, Yang Fan began to arrange the next part of the itinerary: "Your Majesty Naraku, we need to first head to the Black Sand Sea, and then dive into a dangerous place called the 'Death Whisper Sand Abyss,' where the key to our destination is hidden."

“The depths of the Death's Whisper Sands are riddled with unstable spatial rifts, and one of these rifts leads to the ‘inner world’ of the Black Sand Sea. Once you pass through this passage, you can enter the inner world of the Black Sands.”

"You actually discovered the inner world of the Black Sand Sea?"

Naraku's green eyes began to churn violently.

Each primordial perilous land corresponds to an "inner world." Although this is a well-known rumor among the Venerable Ones in the interstellar world, very few people can actually find and enter it.

Many Venerable Ones of the World Domains, when exploring the Primordial World, even if they are fortunate enough to enter the Inner World, it is usually by chance, and very few people can accurately pinpoint the passage to a certain Inner World.

More importantly, the inner world is far more dangerous than the surface of the primordial world. Even a powerful being like Venerable One could perish if he is not careful.

Yang Fan smiled and nodded: "That's exactly right."

He paused, then explained in detail: "The rift at the deepest part of the Death Whisper Sands is not an ordinary unstable spatial rift, but a stable inner world 'bridge'."

"Based on my tracing of its energy trajectory, this boundary bridge has existed for at least a hundred years and should be able to exist for another fifty years or more."

Naraku nodded slightly: "This is indeed an interesting discovery."

This venerable one of the Qiongshu civilization seemed to have a particular fondness for the word "interesting," and anything that could move him would be described as "interesting."

The "interesting" he used at that moment was clearly not just a casual remark; it also carried a complex mix of emotions, including surprise, shock, and admiration, and was a high level of recognition of Yang Fan's discovery.

As a venerable being who has lived for hundreds of years, Naraku naturally understands the true meaning of the "Boundary Bridge".

This is a spatial hub connecting the surface of the primordial world with the inner world. Essentially, it is a special channel formed by the bizarre fusion and condensation of the laws of the two worlds under specific conditions.

Most boundary bridges are extremely unstable, lasting from six months to two or three years before collapsing and dissipating due to fluctuations in the laws.

Boundary bridges like these, which can exist stably for over a hundred years, are extremely rare and extremely rare.

The instability of the boundary bridge also serves as a testament to the perilous nature of the inner world.

A stable boundary bridge means that one can enter and exit the inner world multiple times without having to risk death to explore new passages each time, greatly reducing the danger.

Naraku's eyes shone brightly, his tone filled with anticipation: "Your Majesty, it is a great honor to witness the wondrous scenery of this Black Sand Sea world under your guidance."

Yang Fan nodded slowly, then turned and walked towards the cold water outside the round platform: "Please follow me."

As he walked, the clear, glass-like water rippled in layers, the ripples surging and intertwining as if they were alive, instantly forming a round arched gate about ten feet high.

Inside the portal, a mirror reflecting silver light suddenly appeared.

Within, the wind and sand howl, and under the dim yellow sky, the black sand resembles a surging ink wave—this is the Black Sand Sea of ​​Death.

Yang Fan stepped in first, followed closely by Naraku.

The moment the silhouette of a person and a tree passed through the mirror, the arched doorway vanished as specks of water.

The Eye of the Long River has returned to its former tranquility, with only the cold water remaining clear, as if no one has ever set foot there.

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ten minutes later.

The words of death echo in the abyss.

Every civilized world knows that the Black Sand Sea of ​​Death is not just an endless expanse of black sand.

Beneath the thick layer of sand lies a base of rock as hard as iron, containing a vast amount of rare mineral deposits.

However, because the sand layer is so thick, ranging from tens of kilometers in depth to more than ten kilometers in shallower areas, it completely isolates the sand sea from the underground rock layers.

In addition, countless monsters lurk in the vast desert, making the development of mineral deposits within the bedrock an extremely difficult task.

In a very few areas, the sand layer is unusually thick, at least hundreds of kilometers long, and almost no civilization has ever reached the bottom layer of these areas.

These areas are called sand dunes.

It means—like a bottomless abyss forged from black sand.

The Death Whisper Sand Abyss is one of them.

The area covered by this sand dune exceeds 25 square kilometers, equivalent to the area under the jurisdiction of a province of the Great Xia before the era of the Human Alliance.

Among the countless sand dunes in the Black Sand Sea, this area can only be considered a medium-sized sand dune at best.

Large sand dunes are often measured in "millions of square kilometers," with a very few giant sand dunes exceeding ten million square kilometers.

"Woo~"

Amidst the fierce, howling winds of the desert, a beam of emerald light suddenly descended from the sky, piercing precisely into the edge of the Deathwhisper Sands. The instant the beam hit the ground, its radiance surged, and countless emerald points of light sprang forth from nowhere, instantly coalescing into a towering tree of light.

The tree trunk is straight and tall, reaching over thirty meters in height. Its branches are gnarled and twisted like a coiled dragon, and its tens of thousands of leaves are like carved glass, shimmering with a warm and dazzling luster.

Each trembling leaf scatters starlight, as if the entire starry sky has been crushed and scattered among the branches and leaves, a breathtaking spectacle.

Centered on this tree of light, lush green life spread outwards like a tide, covering an area of ​​one kilometer in just a few breaths.

The once barren desert, covered with black sand, has been transformed in the blink of an eye into a field of lush green grass, dotted with unnamed wildflowers in red, yellow, and purple, all blooming in competition.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, a stark contrast to the dry and desolate Black Sand Sea, as if one had stepped into a paradise.

After a while.

The tree of light trembled violently, and its glass-like leaves fell off one after another, turning into countless emerald green specks of light that danced in the air, like a dazzling rain of light.

As the light faded, two figures slowly emerged.

Yang Fan, his robes fluttering, remained calm, while Naraku stood proudly to the side, his emerald aura rapidly receding into his body.

Just now, the Treant Venerable used the Qiongshu Clan's unique secret technique, "Spiritual Light Tree Leap," four times in a row, traversing a distance of over 200,000 kilometers in a short period of time, and directly descended to the edge of the Death Whisper Sand Abyss.

Each leap covers a distance of no less than 50,000 kilometers, which is absolutely the top level among the many initial-stage Venerables.

Even mid-level Venerables who are skilled in spatial teleportation may not have this level of ability.

"Pfft-"

There was a soft, crisp sound, like a new bud breaking through the soil.

On the right shoulder of the Tree Man Venerable, a round green bud suddenly swelled up, and in an instant it cracked open, and a bright green flower bud wrapped in the morning dew emerged.

It grows wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the sepals unfolding layer by layer and the tender petals opening one after another like solidified fat. In the blink of an eye, it swells into a flower bud the size of a fist.

The flower bud suddenly burst open, its bright red petals layered upon each other, the edges gleaming with a magnificent sheen. A dazzling red flower bloomed abruptly on my shoulder.

next moment.

A wisp of shimmering light emanated from the heart of the red flower, flowing and spreading along the petals, instantly transforming into a translucent shield of light that, like a glass dome, firmly enveloped the person and the tree.

The raging wind outside, carrying sand and gravel, would turn into a phantom the moment it touched the light shield, and then emerge from the other side of the light shield to continue its journey into the distance.

Inside the light shield, however, lies another world.

The warm breeze carries the sweet scent of grass and trees and the moistness of morning dew. It is gentle on the face and the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Yang Fan subconsciously took a deep breath, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The scent was extraordinary, an exceptionally pleasant fragrance of herbs and trees that permeated every part of my body with each breath.

He could clearly feel that his mental energy, which had been depleted from the long journey over the past few days, was recovering at a rate dozens of times faster than normal.

His mind was incredibly clear, and he even had a few inspirations about cultivation.

It should be noted that for a Venerable-level powerhouse, supernatural potions below the rank of High Knight have long since lost their effectiveness.

Potions for Venerables usually require high-grade exotic materials and are generally extremely expensive, but their effects may not be as good as the flowers blooming on the shoulders of a Tree-Man Venerable.

Without a doubt, this must be one of Naraku's trump cards.

Yang Fan did not hold back his praise: "I have long heard that the Qiongshu Clan's 'Divine Source Flower' has extraordinary effects, and it is indeed well-deserved."

Upon hearing this, Naraku's bark-like face revealed a visible smile for the first time: "Your Majesty, Lord Spirit Raven, is truly knowledgeable."

According to Yang Fan's understanding, the strange flower on the other party's shoulder was not something created by the laws, but rather a soul flower that accompanied it, essentially a kind of innate ability possessed only by the Qiongshu Clan.

The Tree Man Venerable has cultivated it to such a level that his cultivation speed will increase by three points with just this one flower, not to mention that the Divine Source Flower also has the effect of inspiring cultivation inspiration.

It must be said that compared to the many races of various civilized worlds, the Azure People's talents are indeed pitifully weak.

Yang Fan knew perfectly well that when he had previously unleashed his fire-elemental domain, the power of the laws had precisely countered the opponent, putting considerable pressure on this Tree Clan Venerable.

At this moment, the opponent unleashed such a secret technique, silently displaying their strength, subtly hinting at a contest.

on the other hand.

Interactions between civilizations have always been a matter of "whoever has the bigger fist has more say."

He wanted to gather a large number of Venerables to fight against the Shadow Temple, but he had to subdue them first. Otherwise, who would listen to the words of a weakling?
Don't even think about it!

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Fan's mind, and he naturally realized: "The Tree Man Venerable would not display the Divine Source Flower for no reason. He must be about to 'pose a challenge'."

His gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced through layers of sand and locked onto the distant, towering sand dunes.

These dunes are much shorter than the normal dunes in the Black Sand Sea, generally not exceeding one kilometer in height.

This is the most common landform in sand dunes.

Yang Fan's tone was calm and even: "In this vast desert region, there are hundreds of sand dunes of varying depths, but in terms of danger, the Death Whisper Sand Dune is the most treacherous."

Venerable Naraku nodded slowly: "I have also heard of the Sands of the Dead. It is said that whenever night falls in the primordial world, the Sands of the Dead and the surrounding area will be filled with the murmurs of countless dead."

"Even the most battle-hardened knights will have their mental defenses gradually crumble as if being gnawed by an ant colony if they listen to the whispers for too long, and their minds will be corrupted by an invisible force."

"Once the pollution penetrates deep into their souls, they will lose their self-awareness, as if being pulled by invisible threads, walking alone into the abyss of death, and eventually disappearing completely into it, leaving no trace of their remains."

"Many Venerables of the Venerable Civilization, if they lack in-depth research on the realm of the soul, are also helpless against the soul pollution of the Sands of the Dead."

"Since the appearance of the Sands of the Dead, more than 1,200 years have passed. Countless explorers and cultivators from various civilizations and races have perished here. The name 'Speech of the Dead' is formed from the countless souls of these dead."

To powerful figures at the Venerable level, this information is nothing more than widely circulated "mainland goods," and there's nothing particularly surprising about it.

The red flower on the Treeman Venerable's shoulder swayed slightly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of testing: "Your Majesty, with your knowledge and strength, how much do you perhaps understand about the origins of these deathly whispers that fill the mountains and fields?"

This was clearly Naraku's "test".

Yang Fan smiled slightly and replied, "Yes, I spent some time in the Sands of the Dead and investigated its secrets in depth."

He paused deliberately, then uttered a statement that astonished the other person: "I have confronted the very source of countless deathrattles." (End of Chapter)