The three of them sat around the campfire discussing.
Wu Fa picked up a piece of wood and tossed it into the fire. The fire burned more intensely with the added fuel. He glanced at the flas before lifting his head to look at Lin Feng and Fat Uncle in front of him.
Finally, Wu Fa opened his mouth and said: "The strength of the black-clad enemies we encountered during the day is quite extraordinary; it seems the Six Great Sects are facing more misfortune than fortune this ti."
Lin Feng stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, his expression slightly easing. As he roasted by the fire, he spoke to the two of them:
"The current situation is more than just this; the Court has already fallen into chaos. The army of Yunzhou Commandery challenges the Court on equal footing, not only occupying the nine counties of Yunzhou but also attempting to advance toward Yuhua City. Now the Court’s army has already started advancing towards Yuhua City."
Fat Uncle also sighed and said aningfully:
"No wonder the Court reneged on its promise and did not dispatch troops to the Desolate Realm against the invading army. It turns out they are busy fighting with Yunzhou Commandery. Now, with war raging in Central State, the people of the world have no peace."
Fat Uncle watched the flickering flas in the breeze, as though seeing the condition of the Human Realm today. He thought if the wind shifted and a strong gust blew, this pile of dry wood would be extinguished instantly.
The Human Realm now is like this pile of wood placed in the desert; if no one adds more wood, this pile is destined to burn out and gradually extinguish, without needing any strong wind or enemy invasion.
Fat Uncle’s sigh was quite reasonable: if the Court continues this chaotic inefficiency, it will inevitably destroy itself, without needing the ten-thousand troops of the Desolate Realm to co here and attack.
Amidst the boundless land, the righteous aura has gradually thinned. The Human Realm fights over personal fa and gain, ignoring the lives of the people. It is truly heartbreaking and infuriating.
Faced with such a situation, even a person as serene as Lin Feng has lost the joy of barbecue. No one ate anything tonight, confronting the misfortune suffered by the Six Great Sects, who could swallow even half a grain of food?
Afterward, the three of them took turns for night watch, with Lin Feng on the first half, letting Wu Fa and Fat Uncle sleep first. When the latter half arrived, Fat Uncle was still asleep, while Wu Fa had already awoken and ca to Lin Feng to take over.
"Lin Feng, wake up."
Over the desert, the sky gently brightened. In the dazzling azure sky, one or two stars could faintly be seen. This unique landscape of the desert is considered the most beautiful sky of the Human Realm.
Sparse clouds could be faintly seen, as dawn arrived and the day ward. Lin Feng gradually awoke from a clear, lodious call, reminiscent of jade. Upon opening his eyes, Lin Feng felt as if he returned to thirty-five years ago, to the boy in Lin Family Village, waking up gradually in response to the call of his family. As he opened his eyes, the warm and cozy room full of objects turned into a desolate desert. A beam of dawn light entered his sight, fresh and clear, finally bringing Lin Feng back to reality.
"It was just a dream."
Lin Feng had lost count of how many tis he had had such a dream. Since he beca a disciple in the lower courtyard of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, he often dreamt of his ho, rembering his parents. If they were still in the Mortal World, he would still be able to live a happy life with them with his current abilities. But now, despite his skills, he can only wander the world, filled with a sense of sorrow amidst the endless yellow sands.
At this mont, he was neither a cultivator nor a disciple of any sect, nor the mythical hope in people’s hearts. He is just an ordinary being of the Six Realms, with a simple and ordinary na: Lin Feng. Yet he is not simple, as he is the heir of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, the long-awaited master of the Heavenly Star Formation, and the only hope of the Human Realm. If he falls, the people will have nowhere to go, amidst the gathering storms of the Six Realms, ten thousand bones will fall. The world has reached the brink of destruction; if Lin Feng lets go, the Human Realm will lose hope.
After his daze, Lin Feng noticed a young woman standing before him. Her age appeared to be in her early twenties, her sparkling eyes full of deep emotion.
She was one of the three who were rescued from the desert yesterday, the female disciple from Phoenix Cliff, Su Liqian.
"I am grateful for the gift of your brocade robe, sir," she said.
Lin Feng took the brocade robe from her hand, his expression easing as he smiled at her.
"Such a small thing, you don’t need to thank in the future."
He spoke straightforwardly, without any hesitation. Then he added to the young woman: "Yesterday, you helped treat my companions’ injuries, and I have yet to thank you; hence, I’m showing gratitude."
After speaking, he bowed with both hands.
Su Liqian smiled, thinking that the person in front of her was a very kind and considerate man.
Lin Feng rose and donned his brocade robe, exuding warmth with both poise and charm.
"Alright, let’s get going."
Lin Feng adjusted the hem of his robe and walked leisurely towards the Spiritual Horse.
Yesterday, Lin Feng had already fed the Spiritual Horse grass feed, which was the top-grade fodder collected in his brocade bag. Last night, while on watch, Lin Feng had taken out quite a bit, and the Spiritual Horses ate to their heart’s content, becoming plump and round. Now, after half a night of digestion, they are full of energy, each one looking spirited and majestic.
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