Although not everything needs to be perfect, at least neglecting too many details should not affect the entire situation.

Because Wu Fa is very meticulous, he must be able to embark on such a dangerous journey together with Lin Feng.

Now the Court is fractured, and the people are suffering greatly. The Court disregards the people and still maliciously harms the Righteous Path. It has truly reached an intolerable level of wickedness.

Lin Feng rode his horse, along with the stout uncle and Wu Fa, setting out grandly on the path to find survivors.

This journey is sure to be one filled with danger and intrigue, but no matter how difficult the road ahead, Lin Feng must tread it. For he has even greater things to do, which is to uphold the Righteous Path that Lin Feng has always adhered to.

Lin Feng, Wu Fa, and the stout uncle rode their horses to a canyon. Here, the yellow sand still stretched endlessly, and the sky was filled with dancing sanddust.

Throughout this journey, they had not been able to uncover any clues about the whereabouts of the survivors of the Six Great Sects.

The three of them had been traveling for an entire morning, yet they hadn’t discovered a single clue. Lin Feng was a bit puzzled—had the Six Great Sects simply vanished? Or had they all returned to their respective sects?

"This time the Court played a conspiracy, and did not openly attack the Six Great Sects. So I guess even if everyone has returned, there won’t be further danger."

As Lin Feng finished speaking, he reined in his Spiritual Horse.

Wu Fa was next to Lin Feng, and seeing that Lin Feng had already stopped, he also stopped.

At this time, Wu Fa wore an expression of bewilderment, and he sighed deeply amidst the vast yellow sands.

"Sigh, are you reliable or not?"

These clearly were words directed at the stout uncle, who at that moment wore a bewildered look as well. Looking at him, he seemed even more confused than Lin Feng and the others.

The stout uncle then spoke in his thick voice, somewhat nervously, "Well, I was also following the directions laid out in the plan by Lord Chang Xuan. Now our people are scattered, and I really can’t say if they will come here."

The stout uncle’s tone was apologetic, and Lin Feng did not blame him either. However, continuing to search blindly like this might just leave no time for rescue.

So Lin Feng responded decisively.

"In that case, why don’t we just follow this canyon? Perhaps we might find some survivors who have made it here successfully."

Though Lin Feng spoke decisively, Wu Fa was now thoroughly steeped in despair.

Before them lay an endless sea of sand, with towering cliffs on both sides. The cliffs in this desert were once part of great rivers and green mountains, but with the passage of time, the vicissitudes of nature have turned it all into wasteland. Here in the boundless yellow desert, there’s just one brilliant stroke of Nature’s craftsmanship left.

Wu Fa wanted to speak, but then he heard Lin Feng say to keep moving forward, so he swallowed the words he was about to speak.

Lin Feng knew this was merely his own hope, not any kind of prediction. But at this moment, apart from following the clues left by Lord Chang Xuan, there really was no other way.

The Heavenly Dao is vast, human affairs are burdensome. All things under heaven have their own fate. If the Six Great Sects are destined for such a tribulation, then Lin Feng can only follow the will of Heaven, without insisting.

"Brother Lin, you seem even more anxious than I am. Why don’t we find a place to rest for a while? Look at this blazing sun, if we continue relying solely on our cultivation strength, it’s not a solution."

The stout uncle, seeing Lin Feng’s anxious state, then spoke to express his concern for Lin Feng.

Upon hearing the stout uncle’s suggestion, Lin Feng suddenly realized his own exhaustion. Walking in this vast wasteland, your body loses water quickly, and this is when people are most prone to dehydration.

Even someone as resilient as Lin Feng couldn’t endure unending fatigue, so he agreed to the stout uncle’s request.

The group headed to a niche beneath a rock. There was an indentation just right for taking shelter from the heat.

The stout uncle quickly dismounted upon arriving. The Spiritual Horse was very obedient and intelligent, much more so than regular horses. Even if Lin Feng didn’t tie it, it would stand where told, waiting for its owner.

Even if three days and nights passed without awakening, the Spiritual Horse would wait by your side.

There was once a legend in the Desert. Long ago, a man lost his way in the desert, accompanied by a Third Grade Spiritual Horse, without knowing how long they traveled. The man’s stamina was utterly depleted, and he never woke again.

The horse beside him waited the entire time, until that man’s body was devoured by vultures, eventually becoming a pile of bones, with even those bones scattered. Yet, the horse never left its owner’s side.

This was a horse that had recognized its owner, and thus was so loyal. It ultimately transformed into a stone horse, standing resolute on the vast yellow sands.

Legend has it that whoever finds this stone horse will have found the entrance to a treasure.