The yellow sand was endless, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the wind from the west whistled past. It was so dry that there was no water vapor at all, and the heat was unbearable.
Standing in the yellow sand and looking up, there was only a dazzling golden color. Apart from that, there were no other colors.
This was the Westernmost Desert, the place with the worst climate in the Celestial Pole.
In the northernmost glaciers, there were at least igloos to keep warm and clean water to drink. But in the westernmost area, there was nothing but yellow sand and scorching sun.
Mo Tiange waved her sleeves, creating a gust of wind, but she didn't feel cool at all.
She couldn't help but wonder, "Is there anyone living in this damned place?"
Cultivators like them were immune to cold and heat, but standing in the yellow sand and looking at this scene, even their hearts would feel hot, let alone mortals.
Qin Xi was looking at an animal skin map. After a while, he put the map into his Qiankun Ring and said, "Of course not in the desert, but if we can find an oasis, we can find people."
"The steward's hall said oases move, so I'm afraid this map is inaccurate."
There was an ancient map in the Jade Slip given by the steward's hall. It was the map of the desert Senior Xiao Zilan took when she came to the westernmost area.
Five thousand years had passed, so this map was no longer accurate. Before the two of them entered the desert, they got the current map from the nearby branch of Xuanqing School.
However, the desolate land in the westernmost area didn't have many resources, and the branch of Xuanqing School didn't know much about the desert, so this map was from several years ago.
"There's nothing we can do. Let's look for it."
Qin Xi also knew this, but the westernmost desert was very strange to cultivators in the Celestial Pole, so they didn't have any detailed information about it.
"En, let's go."
The two of them flew with the wind, turned into a flight light, and flew deep into the desert.
Although the westernmost desert was very vast, it only took one or two days for Nascent Soul cultivators to go around.
However, there were mirages in the desert, so the two of them were deceived several times. They were obviously very close to each other, but after flying for a long time, they realized it was just an illusion.
The marks on the map were very simple, and the two of them couldn't find any oases at all.
On the second day, as they were flying in the air, they suddenly saw a caravan of camels moving slowly like ants in the desert. The two of them were overjoyed and flew towards the caravan.
There were more than a hundred camels in this caravan and thirty to fifty people. All of them were wearing loose white robes and white hats. They were all tall and big, and even the women were very sturdy. Their skin was slightly dark, and their facial features were rather deep.
Upon seeing Mo Tiange and Qin Xi descending from the sky, the camel caravan instantly became restless. These white-robed people shouted in a language the two of them didn't understand and one after another knelt on the ground to worship them.
Mo Tiange and Qin Xi glanced at each other. Qin Xi said, "Who's your leader?"
No one answered.
He asked again, and a white-robed man answered, "This lowly one … this lowly one is the leader."
The white-robed man's voice was very strange, and it sounded vague.
The Jade Slip given to them by the steward's hall mentioned that the people in the far west were called Xirong. The Xirong people had their own language, but they also traded with people from Qin and Chu. Therefore, only a small number of people knew the common language of the Celestial Pole.
This leader should be one of them.
Seeing these white-robed people panicking, Qin Xi showed a kind smile and said gently, "You don't have to be afraid. We just want to ask you something. We won't hurt you."
Upon hearing this, the leader stammered, "I don't know … what do we need from God of Heaven?
We … we'll definitely do our best. "
"You can stand up first." A group of people kneeling on the scalding sand made Mo Tiange frown slightly.
The leader looked at her then looked at Qin Xi. Seeing that Qin Xi didn't object, he repeatedly kowtowed and thanked him. "Thank you, God of Heaven. Thank you, God of Heaven."
As he spoke, he stood up, turned around, waved his arms, and shouted loudly to the people of his tribe in the Xirong language.
When everyone stood up, the leader bowed and said, "Thank you, God of Heaven, for your kindness. Xirong people … thank you, God of Heaven, for your kindness."
Qin Xi said, "Let me ask you. Is there an oasis nearby, and where do you live?"
"An oasis?" The leader showed a happy expression and said haltingly, "Two Gods of Heaven want to go to an oasis?
We're the same.
The oasis isn't far from here. We'll arrive in about half a day.
We live in Yimu. After we pass the oasis, we'll arrive in two days. "
Half a day? That's really not far.
Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange. Seeing that she didn't object, he said, "Since that's the case, show us the way. We'll take you to the oasis."
"Yes, yes." The leader bowed again and again.
Qin Xi smiled and summoned his flying cloud. The flying cloud expanded to about thirty to forty feet long.
When these white-robed people saw the strange scene in front of them, they wanted to kowtow again and call him "God of Heaven."
Qin Xi didn't pay them any attention. He waved his sleeve and moved the whole caravan to the flying cloud. He glanced at Mo Tiange.
The two of them took the Xirong people and flew up.
With the leader leading the way, it only took them half an hour to reach the oasis.
This oasis wasn't big. There was a spring in the middle and many tents were set up around the spring.
Seeing a group of people descending from the sky, people rushed out of the oasis, kowtowed and shouted in the Xirong language.
Upon witnessing this scene, the leader standing behind Mo Tiange and Qin Xi revealed a complacent expression and loudly said something to those people.
A skinny old man walked out of the crowd. He was also wearing a white robe and a white hat. He respectfully bowed to the two people and said, "Xili kowtows to greet the two God of Heaven. I wonder if the two God of Heaven have come with instructions?" This old man spoke much more fluently than the leader.
Qin Xi said, "We're just passing by. You don't have to be so polite."
"Yes, it's an honor for the two God of Heaven to visit the oasis. Please accept the oasis' hospitality." The old man made an inviting gesture.
Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange. Mo Tiange nodded slightly.
They didn't know much about Far West, so they needed to get accurate information from these Xirong people.
Under the old man's invitation, the two of them entered a tent.
The tent was very spacious. Although it was simple, it had all kinds of daily necessities.
The old man asked the two of them to sit down. Immediately, a white-robed girl served them tea.
Mo Tiange looked down. The tea was green. It wasn't the tea they usually drank. It seemed to be some kind of juice.
The old man said, "This is Xirong's Immortal Tea. Please drink it, God of Heaven."
Mo Tiange hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Qin Xi didn't resist and picked up the teacup and took a sip, she also picked up the cup.
This strange tea was very sweet, with the fragrance of plants. It was very refreshing.
After watching the two of them drink it, the old man said, "Every rainy season, many immortal trees will grow in the desert. The juice of these immortal trees is Immortal Tea.
In Xirong, Immortal Tea is only used to entertain distinguished guests. "
"I see." Mo Tiange paused for a moment then asked, "What do you mean by calling us God of Heaven?"
The old man looked surprised. "You two descended from the sky. Are you not God of Heaven?"
"…" Who knew if Xirong people's God of Heaven was referring to cultivators who could fly?
Mo Tiange didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Does your oasis have Priests?"
According to the Jade Slip given by the steward's hall, every tribe in Xirong had Priests. Most of these Priests were low-level cultivators. There were also some low-level cultivators who couldn't survive in the Central Plains and went to Xirong to be Priests to enjoy Xirong people's offerings.
When he heard the word "Priest," the old man was no longer suspicious. He hurriedly said, "Yes, the Priest went out. God of Heaven, please wait for a moment."
Next, the two of them waited for the Priest of the oasis to come back while asking the old man for information.
This old man named Xili was the oldest elder in the oasis. He used to be the leader of a tribe in Xirong. More than ten years ago, his tribe encountered a desert storm. Many people died, so the remaining people moved to this oasis.
The oasis wasn't a tribe, so it didn't have a leader. According to the rules of Xirong people, everyone had to listen to the elders.
This oasis wasn't big. It had existed here for thirty or forty years. There was a Priest and a population of about a hundred.
The population of the entire Xirong tribe wasn't big. Small tribes had dozens of people, and large tribes had hundreds of people. Very few tribes had more than a thousand people.
Some of these tribes were scattered in the oasis of the Far West Desert, but most of them lived on the edge of the desert.
For example, the tribe they met lived in Yimu, which wasn't far from here and had just left the desert.
Soon, the Priest of the oasis returned.
This person was indeed an Aura Refining realm cultivator. As soon as he saw them, he was shocked and hastily kowtowed. "Junior Tang Zimu greets Seniors!"
This person seemed to be in his forties. His face was slightly dark, and he was as thin as Xili.
Based on his name and his fluent language, he should be from the Central Plains or Kunwu. It was unclear whether he'd lived in the Far West for a long time, but even his face looked like a Xirong person.
"Are you from Kunwu or the Central Plains?" Qin Xi asked.
This Tang Zimu, upon seeing the heavy aura coming from the two of them, knew he'd met an expert senior. He answered while trembling with fear, "Junior is from the Central Plains."
"Since you're from the Central Plains, why did you come to the Far West?
How long have you been in this oasis?
How much do you know about the Far West? "
Tang Zimu bowed and answered, "To tell you the truth, Junior was just an ordinary individual cultivator in the Central Plains. Because of my poor aptitude, not to mention the cultivation groups in Kunwu, even the clans in the Central Plains didn't want to take me in.
Junior deeply felt that cultivation was difficult, so I came to the Far West and became a Priest of the Xirong people.
Although the conditions in the Far West were difficult, the Xirong people respected the Priests very much, so their lives were a bit better than those in the Central Plains.
Junior has been in the Far West for more than 30 years. I don't dare to say I know the Far West very well, but I know some things. "
He paused for a moment. Seeing that the two of them were friendly, he gathered his courage and asked, "Seniors, are you Core Formation seniors from Kunwu?"
For him, Core Formation cultivators were already heavenly figures. When he was in the Central Plains, it was hard to even see Foundation Building cultivators, but these two people's auras were even stronger than those Foundation Building cultivators'.
Qin Xi smiled. He didn't confirm or deny it and said, "We came to the Far West to do something, but we don't know much about the Far West. You just need to tell us what you know. If you answer well, we'll naturally thank you."
"Yes, whatever Senior wants to know, Junior will definitely tell you." Seeing that they didn't deny it, Tang Zimu already believed they were Core Formation seniors, so he hastily answered.
"Tell me about the several famous dangerous places in the Far West first. Since you've lived here for more than 30 years, you must be very familiar with them."
"Yes." Tang Zimu didn't hesitate. "If we're talking about dangerous places in the Far West, there are three most famous places.
The first is Fengsha City, the second is Lang Tu Mountain, and the third is Fallen God Abyss … "