Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun lifted the curtain at the back of the carriage.

The setting sun slanted down from the edge of the wilderness, turning the earth into a dark gold.

The convoy was moving slowly along a dirt road.

On both sides of the road are low-lying farmland and dry ditches, with a few scattered village houses in the distance, their chimneys emitting smoke.

The steam locomotive trailed white steam, and the copper pipes shimmered with a mottled luster in the afterglow.

This is a completely unfamiliar place.

There is no Blackwater Abyss, no Gray Mist, and no tower of the Holy Light Monastery.

Xilun frowned slightly.

Where did the spatial rift send him?

He glanced back at the inside of the carriage.

Right where he had just fallen, there was a very faint dark red mark left on the wooden board.

The mark looked as if it had been burned by some corrosive force, with tiny spatial ripples remaining around it.

The exit has disappeared.

He cannot return on his own in a short period of time.

"First, figure out the location."

Xiren made a decision.

He lowered the curtain again, sat cross-legged in the corner of the carriage, and began to organize the information in his mind.

"The True Form of the Wind God" is extremely complex.

The message from the Lord of Storms was incomplete; much of it existed only as vague images, like a mountain shrouded in mist, where only the outline could be seen and the entire road could not be discerned.

But the most fundamental elements are already imprinted deep within his spirit.

Fourth-stage cultivation is not just about increasing physical strength.

That is the first step from ordinary life to extraordinary essence.

He refined his bones, opened up his inner world, connected his own path, and condensed the first wisp of divine power.

Xilun looked down at his right arm.

Beneath the blood lock, the remains of the evil god have fallen silent once more.

Beside it, however, the ancient water energy was flowing slowly, undergoing an extremely subtle fusion with the power of the Overturning Sea Technique.

He tried to muster even a little strength.

The previously chaotic forces had just gathered when they were as if they had been smashed open by an invisible high wall, scattering and running wildly along the meridians.

Xilun felt a sweet taste in his throat and forcibly suppressed his surging blood pressure.

The effects of the spatial rift were more severe than he had anticipated.

If it weren't for his perfect physique, he would probably be weaker than an ordinary third-tier cultivator.

"It will take at least a few days."

He closed his eyes and used the Moon Memory Meditation Method to reorganize his mind.

Once the energy is restored to order, combat strength can gradually recover.

......

The wheels rolled over the gravel, making a dull, rhythmic thud.

Xilun did not rush to leave the carriage.

The damage caused by spatial turbulence is far more serious than it appears on the surface.

His skin was covered with fine cracks, his Sea Demon Blood Cotton Clothes were torn to shreds, the wound on his left shoulder that had already healed burst open again, and there were several dark red marks on his chest and abdomen, as if he had been strangled by a red-hot wire.

These are all just superficial injuries.

The real problem is the chaotic energy within the body.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique, the thunderous force within the Thunder Dragon Heart, the ancient water breath, and the power of the Blood Lock on the right arm each originally had their own order.

After experiencing spatial turbulence, several forces were violently mixed together, and the meridians felt as if they were filled with countless tiny stones. Every inch of circulation brought a needle-like stinging pain.

Xilun closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, attempting to re-establish circulation using the Great Thunder Breathing Method.

call.

suck.

With each breath, a deep, thunderous sound came from deep within his chest.

But just as the thunderous sound spread, the carriage suddenly shook.

A chaotic surge of energy rose up.

A metallic taste rose in Xilun's throat, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He dispelled the breathing technique in time, preventing the injury from worsening.

"Don't rush."

Xilun wiped away the blood and closed his eyes again.

What he has in abundance is patience.

After an unknown amount of time, the steam engine gradually slowed down.

The sounds of a coachman shouting and the sharp clanging of a steam valve being released could be heard from outside.

Footsteps sounded outside the carriage.

"Why is this cargo box damaged?"

"It looks like it was hit by something."

"Wait, there's someone inside!"

The curtain was suddenly lifted.

The blinding sunlight shone into the dimly lit carriage, where three burly men dressed in coarse linen stood at the back, one of them carrying a short-handled iron hammer.

They were clearly surprised to find a person hiding behind the mineral crate, and they stood there stunned for a moment.

Xilun opened his eyes.

His calm gaze swept over the three of them.

All three were extraordinary individuals, but their auras were not particularly strong. The leader barely reached the second rank, while the other two were only at the first rank.

"Who are you?"

The burly man at the head of the group gripped his hammer tightly, taking a wary half-step back. "When did you sneak in?"

Xilun did not answer.

It wasn't that he intentionally concealed it.

However, his internal energy was in a state of extreme chaos, and the backlash he had just experienced made it difficult for him to speak.

"Boss, he's covered in blood."

A voice behind him whispered, "Could he be dead?"

"Can a dead person open their eyes to see you?"

The burly man at the head cursed, his gaze falling on the Thunder Spear beside Xilun, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although the Thunder Spear was covered in blood and dust, faint blue-white thunder patterns still appeared on its surface.

After being enhanced by the Purple Gold Thunder Ore, even without the power to activate it, one can still feel a sharp and heavy pressure.

The burly man didn't dare to approach directly.

A moment later, a cold female voice rang out from outside.

"What happened?"

The three burly men immediately made way for them.

A tall figure arrived at the back of the carriage.

The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing dark gray leather armor, with a broad-bladed longsword hanging diagonally at her waist.

Her skin was a wheat color left by long-term exposure to wind and sun. Her eyebrows and eyes should have been very heroic, but there were three hideous scars on her left cheek, one of which extended from the end of her eyebrow all the way to her jaw.

The scars marred her originally beautiful appearance and made her appear exceptionally cold and stern.

Xilun judged her strength with just one glance.

Third stage of perfection.

His strength was concentrated, his steps were steady, and there was still a very faint smell of blood on his body.

That's not the smell you get from being stained with blood once or twice; it's the scent that comes from countless life-or-death battles.

When the woman saw Xiren, her hand was already on the hilt of the knife.

She did not rush forward, but stood three zhang away and carefully observed the traces inside the carriage.

A broken wooden plank.

Scattered minerals.

Spatial fluctuations that have not yet dissipated.

And Siren, covered in wounds.

"It wasn't hidden inside."

The woman said coldly, "He suddenly crashed into the carriage."

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

"It fell from the sky?"

"It could also be a special environment, or a mystical charm." The woman's gaze fell on Xilen, lost in thought. "Let's bring him out first."

The convoy could not allow people of unknown origin to remain in the trucks.

Several guards found wooden planks and carried Xilun, along with the Thunder Spear, into an empty covered wagon.

During this time, someone tried to take the spear away, and Xilun subconsciously gripped the spear shaft with his right hand, his blood and qi surging again.

Upon seeing this, the scarred woman stepped forward and grabbed the butt of the gun.

"Let go."

Her voice was devoid of any warmth.

Xilun looked up at her.

Their eyes met in the air.

The veins on the back of the woman's hand slowly bulged, and her third-level perfected power surged into the gun through her wrist.

If she were at her peak, Xilun wouldn't even need to use his lightning runes to suppress her.

But at this moment, he could not gather his strength, and the power that he could unleash from his physique alone was only at the ordinary third level.

After a moment of stalemate, a hint of surprise flashed in the scarred woman's eyes.

"Even with such injuries, he still has considerable strength."

She suddenly exerted her strength and snatched the Thunder Spear from Xilun's hand.

Siren did not continue the contest.

Forcing a move now will only worsen the injury.

The scarred woman weighed the Thunder Spear in her hand, her gaze slightly narrowed.

She couldn't clearly see the power of the Spirit Transformation Gold and Golden Lightning integrated into the gun, but she could tell that this weapon was far superior to ordinary third-tier weapons.

"Take good care of him."

The woman left those words behind, picked up her spear, and departed from the wagon.

Xilun closed his eyes and gathered his strength.

The other party didn't seem to have any intention of harming him, so he decided to rest for now.

As for the weapons, I will retrieve them once I have recovered.

The convoy continued on its way.

As darkness fell, a cool breeze carrying the scent of earth blew across the wilderness.

The wheels rolled over the potholes again and again, and the hay inside the wagon somewhat mitigated the impact of the bumps.

Xilun didn't know how long he had slept.

When I regained consciousness, the outside was already bathed in the pale light of dawn.

His hearing has also recovered considerably.

The sound of two women talking could be heard outside the covered wagon.

"Sister, how is he?"

The voice was soft, gentle, and tranquil.

"He won't die."

The scarred woman responded coldly.

"His wounds were very strange; I had never seen them before. The flesh looked as if it had been cut open by many extremely thin knives at the same time, and there were also burn marks."

"All sorts of strange abilities can be found in the wilderness; there's no need to delve into them."

After a brief silence, the scarred woman continued, "Although his clothes were torn, the material was very precious, at least woven from third-tier exotic fur, and that spear was no ordinary weapon either."

"Then he must be someone of high status, right?"

A hint of worry crept into her younger sister's voice. "Could someone be looking for him?"

"not necessarily."

The older sister snorted coldly: "It's perfectly normal for an extraordinary person to die in the wilderness. His aura was ordinary, and the strength he unleashed when he struggled just now was only at the level of an ordinary third-tier cultivator. He's so badly injured, who knows if he can even make it to Star Ring City."

The younger sister said softly, "His breathing is much more stable than yesterday."

"So what?"

The older sister's tone was relatively calm. "If we need supplies along the way, we can sell him to the nearby merchant guild. The fabric of his clothes, his belongings, and his own person should fetch us some money."

Suddenly, it became quiet outside the caravan.

After a long while, the younger sister whispered, "Sister, don't do this."

"Since we've already brought him back, we might as well go all the way. Anyway, the convoy will be passing through Star Ring City, so taking him there is just a matter of convenience."

The scarred woman seemed somewhat impatient.

You're always soft-hearted.

"I just felt that we shouldn't sell the injured people."

"Whatever."

The older sister said coldly, "But I won't return that gun-shaped weapon to him. We spent manpower and herbs to save him, so consider that gun as payment."

The younger sister hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"But……"

"No buts."

The scarred woman's tone suddenly turned cold.

The footsteps outside quickly faded into the distance.

The canopy curtains swayed gently.

A moment later, a fair hand lifted the curtain.

A serene woman bent down and walked in.

She was a few years younger than her sister, wearing a faded light blue cotton dress, and her long black hair was simply tied back with a wooden hairpin.

His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his skin was slightly pale, and he only had the aura of a second-level extreme realm cultivator.

Unlike her sister's aloof and cold demeanor, she possessed a quiet and gentle temperament.

She was holding a small bundle of green hay in her arms.

When she saw that Xilun had his eyes open, she was taken aback at first, then a faint smile appeared on her face.

"You're awake?"

She placed the hay beside her and squatted down.

"Is anything in pain?"

Xilun checked his internal condition.

After a night's rest, his strength was still disordered, but his mind had stabilized, and he could at least have a normal conversation.

"fine."

His voice was a little hoarse.

The woman quickly took the water pouch from her waist and handed it over.

Xilun took the water pouch and drank two sips.

The clear water carried a faint scent of grass and trees, and after entering my stomach, it relieved the dryness in my throat.

"Thanks."

The woman seemed to relax a little when she heard those two words.

"You don't need to be so polite. We found you in the truck, and we don't know how you got in there."

She picked up the bundle of green hay and chose the freshest one.

"This is alfalfa, not ordinary fodder; it's an extraordinary material. Although its grade isn't high, it can stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration, which is beneficial for external injuries."

She handed the blade of grass to Siron.

"Eat it."

Xilun glanced at it.

The grass leaves have fine hairs on their surface and a faint trace of life in their veins, which does indeed have the effect of healing skin injuries.

He took the blade of grass and put it in his mouth to chew.

The juice was very bitter and had a dry grassy taste.

Xilun's expression remained unchanged as he swallowed the entire herb.

A faint warmth spread from my stomach, flowing towards the several open wounds.

The effect is limited, but it is not entirely useless.

The woman squatted down beside him, looking at the crisscrossing wounds on his body, and couldn't help but ask, "What weapon caused your injuries?"

"It's neither like a knife nor a sword."

"Spatial rift".

"That's what Xilun said."

The woman was stunned.

She clearly hadn't heard of such an injury.

Xilun glanced down at the dark red scar on his chest.

After the Lord of Storms dissipated, the sealed node completely collapsed.

"Thank you for saving me."

Xilun placed the remaining grass leaves beside him. "These are effective for flesh wounds, but my real injury is to my strength, so I need healing medicine."

The woman's expression froze slightly.

Xilun looked up at her.

"I should have a bottle of Blue Soul Potion on me."

Before entering the Blackwater Abyss, he purchased a total of four bottles of Blue Soul Potion.

He later gave Herbert a bottle, which was then used up in several battles.

The spatial turbulence tore apart most of his luggage, leaving only the bottle in his inner pocket intact.

Although he was unconscious at the time, he was able to tell that the medicine had not broken.

"Did you see that?"

The woman lowered her head, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt.

The only sound inside the wagon was the rolling of its wheels.

After a few breaths, she spoke softly.

"sorry."

"My sister took that bottle of medicine."

Xilun did not speak.

The woman became even more nervous, and her speech quickened.

"My sister was targeted by the Black Soul Mercenary Group a few days ago and was seriously injured. She has been suppressing her injuries and hasn't told anyone else."

"I know that Blue Soul Potion is very precious, it's the best among healing potions. But my sister's injury is to her internal organs, and if it drags on any longer, it may leave her with a hidden injury that can never be healed."