Chapter 425

Thirty days later.

A white figure was moving with difficulty on the dead and silent wasteland. Every few dozen meters, Zhang Xingyu had to stop and pant for a while.

He was carrying Tang Yunxi on his back and holding Gu Yuyao in his arms. Tang Yunxi and Gu Yuyao were unconscious. This was the result of severe hypoxia. On this dead and silent wasteland, there was not a trace of wind, not a drop of water, and animals and plants were even less to be seen. Except for the earth burned into black glass, there was nothing here.

Although the two women were cultivators, they could survive for a long time by absorbing vitality without water and food. However, this world didn't even have a trace of air. In less than ten days, the two women fainted one after another.

His cheeks were as pale as a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave, his thick lips were like a dried-up riverbed in the desert, but the eyes deep in his eye sockets were still clear and bright.

"I will take you to leave alive!" He said to himself.

Walking forward for a few dozen meters again, he couldn't walk anymore. He looked up at the endless ink-colored wasteland ahead. He thought: When will it be the end.

He bent down and put Gu Yuyao down gently, then carefully put Tang Yunxi down from his back. After finishing these two actions, he felt he didn't have a trace of strength left. He panted heavily, although he didn't pant out a breath, he still panted like this. As if as long as he panted, his empty lungs would produce air.

After resting for a while, he summoned the Fire Dragon and cut his wrist with one sword. His wrist slowly oozed bright red blood with golden light. He stretched his wrist to Tang Yunxi's lips. After that drop of golden-red blood flowed into Tang Yunxi's pale lips, he carefully stretched his wrist to Gu Yuyao's lips beside him.

"I will take you with me, even if I exhaust my last drop of blood." He said to himself.

The blood dripped into Gu Yuyao's mouth. Zhang Xingyu nodded with satisfaction. This time feeding blood, there was not a trace of waste.

After feeding the blood, he sat on the ground.

After resting for a while, he placed his palm on the two women's backs.

The Creation Art was activated, and a vortex was instantly generated in his dantian. At the same time, in the center of the God Sea, the divine liquid turned into faint mist, rushing into the half-open Earth Gate.

Reaching out to test the two women's breathing. The two women's breathing was even, it looked like they could support for another day. Zhang Xingyu carried Tang Yunxi on his back, then bent down to pick up Gu Yuyao. It's time to set off, set off.

At the same time, a team of a dozen people was also moving slowly on this ink-black wasteland. In the center was a woman, although older, she was born charming and moving, looking around with grace. This woman was the Palace Master of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace, Tang Yanran. A woman in white was supporting Tang Yanran walking by her side. This woman in white was Tang Yanran's personal maid, A'Rou.

Behind them followed a thin and weak girl. The girl's face was covered with a palm-sized vermilion birthmark, making her small face extremely ugly. This girl was A'Chou, a girl who dreamed of going outside to see.

A'Chou carried several huge air bags on her back, and strings of heavy water bags hung from her waist. She walked while holding up the Hundred Flowers Palace Master's long dress that was dragging on the ground. Looking from afar, it was like a cloth strip full of balloons fluttering with the wind.

The team walked a distance, and the maid A'Rou called for the team to stop. A'Rou first took out a clean white blanket, spread it on a flat piece of black ground, and only then supported the Hundred Flowers Palace Master to sit down gently. After the Hundred Flowers Palace Master sat down, she took a water bag from A'Chou's waist and sprinkled water gently on a clean white towel.

The Hundred Flowers Palace Master looked at the boundless wasteland in the distance, and then turned her head to look at A'Rou who was busy. Her gaze passed over A'Rou, and finally stopped on the ugly little face beside her.

She stared blankly at this ugly face, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart. A'Rou held the wet towel and stood quietly by the side. She didn't speak, just waited quietly, waiting for the Palace Master to get angry. Since she could remember, every time the Palace Master saw A'Chou, she would be stunned. After being stunned, she would get angry. She didn't understand why the Palace Master hated A'Chou so much. Is it true that being ugly is not likable? She was very glad that she had a pretty face, and at the same time felt deep sympathy for A'Chou who had an ugly face.

The Hundred Flowers Palace Master stared blankly at A'Chou. After a long while, she moved her gaze away. She reached out to take the wet towel handed by A'Rou and gently moistened her forehead and cheeks, then asked softly: "A'Rou, how far is it from the place we reached last time?"

"Not far. We can reach it in three days at most." A'Rou took the towel and answered.

Lady Hundred Flowers nodded, then ordered gently: "Continue to set off."

Ten kilometers away from Lady Hundred Flowers, a large team of black-clothed and black-armored guards were surrounding a young man and moving slowly. The young man wore a golden crown, clad in a python robe, with a pair of eagle eyes as sharp as knives. In his palm, he held a hunting eagle, with a sharp beak and sharp claws, and feathers like fire. Behind the python-robed young man followed a tall and thin young man in gorgeous clothes. The gorgeous-clothed young man had an air bag hanging from his waist. He walked while begging the python-robed young man: "Brother, let's rest for a while. This journey has exhausted me to death."

"No!" The python-robed young man's answer was clean and neat.

"This won't do, that won't do. Brother, my dear brother. This damn place has nothing, we might as well go back early!" The gorgeous-clothed young man complained.

"No!" The python-robed young man was still those two words.

The gorgeous-clothed young man sat on the ground: "Brother. I can't walk anymore. I'm not going. If you want to go, you go, at worst I'll die here."

The python-robed young man turned his head to look at the gorgeous-clothed young man, then continued to walk forward expressionlessly.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish."

The team continued to move forward with neat steps.

Seeing the team about to walk far away, the gorgeous-clothed young man hurriedly climbed up, chasing while shouting: "Brother, wait for me, you wait for me."

Forward, forward, always forward.

Ahead, there must be water, ahead there must be wind, ahead there must be air.

Holding this persistent belief in his heart, Zhang Xingyu kept moving his steps mechanically forward. Although, he could no longer see the road ahead, although he could no longer feel the pain all over his body.

Suddenly, his feet were tripped by something, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He shook his head, trying hard to open his blurred eyes. A moment later, his heart stopped suddenly, and his black eyes widened fiercely.

Someone! There is someone here!

At this moment, under his feet, lay a thigh bone quietly. The bone was smooth and shiny, and a row of clear tooth marks still remained on the surface.