122: Searching for the Reincarnation Grass

Mo Yuhan took a deep breath of the scorching air, his eyes becoming incredibly focused.

With a flick of his wrist, a peculiar jade ruler appeared in his hand. It was entirely white, as thin as a cicada's wing, and emitted a soft, jade-like luster.

This was a gift from Fire Elder long ago, named 'Jade Cutter,' specifically used for cutting various natural treasures, capable of preserving their spirituality and energy to the greatest extent.

He cautiously approached the edge of the Azure Lotus Core Flame platform and crouched down.

The intense heat slightly curled his hair ends. He held his breath, pushing his Soul Power perception to its limit, meticulously sensing the energyVeins at the connection point between the lotus platform and the massive root below.

Like the most precise craftsman, he searched for the perfect place to make his cut.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Magma churned beneath their feet, and heat waves distorted their vision.

Instructor Ruo Lin stood quietly behind him, her light-blue protective barrier steadily expanded, vigilantly sensing all movements around her, like a silent and reliable mountain.

Finally, Mo Yuhan's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam! This was it!

The 'Jade Cutter' jade ruler in his hand was instantly infused with pure Dou Qi, and its body lit up with a soft yet incomparably sharp white glow!

Without the slightest hesitation, his wrist was as steady as a rock. The jade ruler precisely cut down along a 'node' at the base of the lotus platform where the energy flow was weakest and the structure most natural.

Shhh—

An extremely faint sound, like a hot knife cutting through butter, was heard. There was no violent energy explosion, no brilliant light.

The glistening white jade ruler seemed to merge with the lotus platform, gliding through it with incredible smoothness.

The incomparably tough base of the lotus platform, resilient enough to withstand a thousand years of Earth Fire's scorching, was silently separated under the 'Jade Cutter' ruler, like the most tender tofu!

The entire process was as fast as lightning, yet astonishingly precise.

The enormous Azure Lotus Core Flame platform trembled slightly, losing its support from below, and began to slowly tilt.

Mo Yuhan, with quick eyes and hands, unleashed a surge of Soul Power, like an invisible giant hand, instantly steadying the entire lotus platform along with its eight massive lotus petals.

At the same time, his other hand shot out like lightning, precisely plucking the eleven shimmering, alluringly energetic crimson lotus seeds one by one, quickly storing them into a pre-prepared jade bottle.

They felt warm and moist to the touch, yet contained a boundless heat.

Eleven, a full eleven hundred-year Fire Spirit essences.

Success, Mo Yuhan was ecstatic.

Although he had lost the Azure Lotus Core Flame, the lotus platform and the lotus seeds, especially this lotus platform capable of nurturing a Heavenly Flame, were equally invaluable.

This trip, after all, was not in vain.

"This is no place to linger!" Instructor Ruo Lin decided immediately, "Since we have everything, let's leave at once!"

Mo Yuhan nodded heavily, no longer hesitating.

Soul Power surged, carefully sending the massive Azure Lotus Core Flame platform into his storage ring.

It felt warm and heavy to the touch, and the immense fire-attributed energy could be faintly sensed even through the storage ring space.

The two dared not linger any longer. They spread out their figures, stepping on the protruding reefs, and swiftly flew like two startled swans towards the rocky platform they had come from.

Behind them, the churning sea of magma, like the belly of a giant beast, still emitted endless heat and mystery.

A few days later, the raging Sand Demon Storm finally showed signs of fatigue.

Although the wind and sand persisted, the violent momentum had greatly weakened, and visibility had improved somewhat.

Mo Yuhan and Instructor Ruo Lin decided not to wait any longer.

Bidding farewell to Xiao Ding and Xiao Li, and politely declining the Desert Iron Mercenary Group's offer to send an elite squad to accompany them, the two traveled light, carrying only ample water, dry food, and medicine. They mounted two extremely hardy Sand Camel Beasts and plunged into the still murky yellow desert.

Qing Lin stood on the high watchtower of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group, her small figure appearing particularly frail in the wind.

She tightly clutched the front of her clothes, her emerald green eyes filled with reluctance as she stared at the direction where Mo Yuhan and Instructor Ruo Lin disappeared into the boundless, golden sand that seemed to swallow everything, until she could no longer see them.

The Tagor Desert revealed its ferocious side.

Sand grit whipped up by the strong winds felt like countless tiny knives, stinging their faces.

The scorching sunlight pierced through the thin dust, baking the earth, and the air shimmered with heat.

The soft sand dunes were like flowing traps; the Sand Camel Beasts stumbled, making progress exceptionally difficult.

Mo Yuhan circulated his Dou Qi to protect his body, resisting the invasion of the wind and sand.

He tried to perform the Flowing Wind Movement Technique, but found that the normally elegant and agile technique became incredibly sluggish in the hot, heavy, and highly resistant sand-wind environment, and the consumption of energy doubled.

He could only give up and dutifully follow behind Instructor Ruo Lin.

Instructor Ruo Lin was enveloped in a thin, light-blue aura, like a mobile cool barrier. It not only isolated her from the wind and heat but also made the air around her much more humid and cool.

She occasionally turned back, watching Mo Yuhan's small figure struggling to maintain his balance in the wind and sand. In her eyes, there was both a mentor's concern and a subtle, complex emotion.

"How do you feel?"

She slowed down, walking alongside Mo Yuhan, her voice clearly reaching his ears through the wind and sand.

"The wind and sand resistance are too great; Dou Qi consumption is much faster than expected."

Mo Yuhan wiped the sand from his face, his voice a little hoarse, "It feels like my limbs are tied here."

"The desert is a World of wind, yet it is also the World least welcoming to 'wind.'"

Instructor Ruo Lin's voice carried a kind of insightful gentleness, "The wind here is violent, chaotic, and destructive, completely different from the lightness, swiftness, and control of airflow that your Flowing Wind Sword pursues.

You need to feel it, adapt to it, and even... try to integrate with it, rather than resist it."

She extended her finger, and a wisp of pure water-attributed Dou Qi condensed at her fingertip, but it did not attack. Instead, it transformed into a gentle stream of water, skillfully guiding a chaotic gust of sand-wind around them.

The violent sand-wind, under the guidance of the water stream, actually became somewhat docile, even slightly pushing the Sand Camel Beast forward.

"Look, it's not just brute force that can break a stalemate. Gentle water can also guide a fierce wind. Perhaps your sword should be the same.

In this land of death, the way to survive is to leverage momentum, not to go against it."

Mo Yuhan looked at Instructor Ruo Lin's exquisitely precise water-controlling and wind-guiding technique at her fingertip, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Flowing Wind Sword Intent... Guidance? Integration? He tried to restrain his Dou Qi, no longer forcibly breaking through the wind and sand, but instead extended a wisp of Soul Power to sense the chaotic and disordered airflow trajectory around him.

Initially, it was a chaotic mess, only endless tearing and pushing forces. Gradually, he seemed to capture some extremely subtle nodes and gaps where the air currents interacted with each other...

The night in the Tagor Desert was a death painting woven from solidified molten gold and icy silver sand.

The shimmering, distorted heat waves of the day had long receded, leaving behind a bone-chilling cold that seeped from the depths of every grain of sand, eroding one's bones.

Mo Yuhan closely followed Instructor Ruo Lin, trudging through the soft and dangerous sand on the shaded side of a massive dune, sinking deep with every step, consuming astonishing physical strength.

His exhaled breath instantly condensed into white mist, only to be torn apart and swallowed by the extremely dry air.