No one knew how much time had passed, but the young man's aura gradually rose, and his chest started to visibly rise and fall.

Zhao Yuedu, the Nascent Soul Ancestor, witnessed this scene, his eyes brightened, and he immediately flicked his hand, sending a snow-white Ice Pill radiating coldness, into the young man's mouth, pushing it deep into his stomach.

Soon, the cold spread throughout his body, quickly dispelling the residual fire poison deep in his Five Viscera and Six Bowels.

The young man's previously pale face quickly gained a hint of rosiness, and his heart gradually started to beat with vigor, his vitality blooming rapidly.

The soul lamp above the man's head also suddenly brightened several times, remaining stable and burning quietly.

A moment later, the young man's eyes twitched twice and slowly opened.

"Where is this? No, I wasn't already..." A look of wild joy appeared in his eyes, and he looked around, instantly seeing Zhao Yuedu and Zhao Fengxian by the stone platform.

"Ancestor, grandpa!" Zhao Taizhong's face changed, and his body moved as if to sit up.

"Zhong'er, the fire poison in your body was just cleared, and your Primordial Qi is severely damaged. You must not act rashly. Just lie there quietly." Zhao Fengxian quickly reminded him upon seeing the situation.

The young man's lips moved twice, sensing the injuries in his body, his expression extremely sour, thus he did not persist and lay back down.

"Ancestor, it was Beiming Xue who lured me into that trap this time. I had no choice but to take that Heavenly King Life-saving Pill... that's how I managed to escape the relic alive. That... the Beiming Family, being the foremost of Wuque Palace's four giant families, will likely target our clan in the future!" Zhao Taizhong quickly spoke out his conjectures, afraid that the elders would fall into a trap set by the Beiming Family.

"Alas, such is fate! With Ancestor Fusheng's passing, the Beiming Family couldn't wait to scheme against us. It seems this tribulation is unavoidable." The black-robed elder, Zhao Yuedu, the only Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Zhao Family, understood deeply the entanglements between the family and the Beiming Family.

"Zhong'er, forget about your feud with Beiming Xue for now. The Beiming is strong at present, and our Zhao Family has no choice but to endure this humiliation." Zhao Fengxian was silent for a moment before speaking to the young man.

Zhao Taizhong's face was full of hatred, yet his tone was remarkably calm: "Grandpa, I understand you are thinking of the bigger picture. This matter ends here, let's regard it as if it never happened."

Zhao Yuedu lowered his eyelids and did not speak.

Zhao Fengxian listened to this, momentarily clenching his teeth, a look of humiliation on his face.

The Beiming Family, being the foremost of Wuque Palace's four giant families, had masters aplenty and tens of millions of clansmen. They had as many as six Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators.

Most importantly, the Deputy Palace Master of Wuque Palace belonged to the Beiming surname, a peak Great Cultivator with a cultivation as high as the Ninth Layer Realm, renowned throughout the Sky Sinking Continent.

...

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The short night was about to end, and the vast sea of sand began to reveal a hint of dawn at its edge.

A chilly morning breeze continuously blew from the distant north, and at this time, in the depths of darkness, several massive shadows like mountains gradually emerged.

As the sun began to peek over the horizon, the darkness quickly faded, with thunderous roars approaching from afar, causing the yellow sand to tremble incessantly.

Several gigantic ships, over a hundred zhang high, bulging in the middle like a ball, sharp at both ends, entirely silver-white and spindle-shaped, suddenly burst from the darkness, speeding towards the northern Green Oasis along the desolate Yellow Sand Dead Sea.

The surfaces of these desert giant ships were covered with a variety of scars; some were superficial scratches covering large areas, while others were severe, with the crown silver layer torn, and most of the decks' towers collapsed, almost turned to ruins.

From afar, these desert giant ships seemed to skim over the ground, yellow sand flying on both sides where they passed, stirring up a long yellow sandwave along the way.

But upon closer inspection, one would find that the bottom of the ships was about three zhang off the ground, owing to the dense array of jet holes on the underside, unleashing countless violent air currents, sweeping the surface sand skyward, blowing it several dozen li away.

Zhao Sheng stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, Divine Light flashing in his eyes, gazing through the veil of light that covered the ship's surface, faintly seeing clouds rolling at the edge of his vision, rapidly turning black and oppressive, seemingly sensing the last calm before a sandstorm approached.

At this moment, standing around the deck of the giant ship Zhao Sheng was on, were white-robed cultivators each holding a Wind-controlling Banner, all of them with solemn expressions, prepared at any moment to unleash their Magic Artifacts, to accelerate the giant ship and quickly escape the black sandstorm's range.

Crunch, crunch, ...

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense and oppressive, the sound of bones being chewed suddenly came from beside Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng frowned slightly, turned his head, and saw Sha Sheng holding a large greasy thigh bone, stuffing it into his mouth, his white teeth crunching down, a section of bone easily chewed into bits, swallowed along with the marrow. It was as if he were munching on sugar cane.

At this time, Sha Sheng was wearing a wide Daoist robe, making him look like a child wearing an adult's clothes, extremely ill-fitting.

However, Sha Sheng paid no mind to others' gazes, entirely focused on gnawing the bone.

Zhao Sheng, seeing Sha Sheng enjoying his food, seemed to be lost in thought.

After three days of interaction, he had gained a rather deep understanding of Sha Sheng's special Constitution.

Without a doubt, Sha Sheng's Constitution had extraordinary adaptability, and the harsher the environment, the more astonishing his adaptation and evolution became.

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