He could actually breathe freely within the mad sand that would suffocate anyone else, strolling at ease through the Panlong Desert, a place that made merchants and travelers turn pale at the very mention of it.

Only before him was this desert of death restrained, cautious, even somewhat gentle.

Very soon, he left the Hongya Route and stepped directly onto the desert sand.

This was the domain of the Three Corpses Worms and the souls of the dead. Whether or not it was the season of mad sand, anyone who dared do this usually came to a terrible end.

Yet He Lingchuan walked more than thirty meters, and nothing happened.

Enormous tornadoes circled him. Countless tons of yellow sand were sucked into the sky, then swept across the desert at a speed faster than flying arrows.

But a faint red glow shone from He Lingchuan’s body, rendering him immune to all of it.

This was the Gale...