Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Seven days later, in a remote desert in the southern part of the Qian Yuan Continent.

It was early summer, and the desert was warming up. The scorching sun seemed to be melting the entire world. Even the air began to ripple in layers, greedily absorbing every drop of moisture from the ground.

Looking out, as far as the eye could see for tens of thousands of miles, there were only golden sand dunes, shining like gold under the sunlight.

But no one ever thought these sand dunes were gold. On the contrary, in their hearts, these sands were all messengers from the devil.

Although it wasn't the hottest time of the year, the temperature of these sand dunes was already as high as sixty or seventy degrees Celsius. Even with thick soles on their shoes, the scorching heat could still rush straight to the soles of their feet, making it difficult to walk.

Therefore, this desert also had the name 'Devil's Beach,' meaning that entering it was like entering the mouth of a demon, with no chance of survival.

A gust of wind blew, stirring up sand and gravel, revealing some pale objects.

These were all the bones of cattle, camels, lizards, and even humans.

Their clothes or fur had all been weathered away, leaving only these piles of bones to prove their existence.

How many dry bones were accumulated in the golden sea of sand?

Logically speaking, no one would be willing to come to such a desolate and dangerous place.

But strangely, on this day, dozens of people dressed in various colors gathered in the very center of Devil's Beach, their eyes gleaming with hope.

Of course, these people were not ordinary mortals, but powerful cultivators.

Although they wore different clothes and came from different sects, their strength was not weak.

The highest cultivation among these people had reached the early stage of the凝海 (Ning Hai) Realm, and the lowest had reached the Great Perfection of the 聚灵 (Ju Ling) stage.

As for cultivators below the 聚灵 (Ju Ling) stage, there was not a single one.

Such a lineup was almost comparable to a large sect.

However, at this time, they were guarding against each other, scattered in various places, but their eyes were all focused on a strange pool of water in the center.

This was a very strange thing, because the temperature in this Devil's Beach was terrifying. Any liquid that came here would be evaporated.

Even when it rained, the raindrops would dissolve into water vapor in mid-air before they could fall to the ground.

However, in such a terrible environment, a small pool of water suddenly appeared, which surprised everyone.

However, these people were obviously not here to admire this small pool of water. They had another purpose hidden in their hearts.

But it seemed that the time was not yet ripe. At this time, these people were scattered everywhere, either closing their eyes to rest, or chatting in groups of two or three. For a time, the atmosphere was harmonious.

"Brother Wei, why do you think the Wind Gate would appear in this godforsaken place? It's almost hot enough to kill me."

In the southwest corner, two cultivators who seemed to know each other were gathered together, keeping a close eye on the pool in the center while chatting idly.

The speaker was a fat man in a black vest, with his chest exposed. He was using his sleeve as a fan, wiping sweat from his forehead, looking unbearably hot.

Beside the fat man was a refined young man holding a folding fan. A white cloud floated above his head, and wisps of cool air blew down from the cloud, making him feel cool and comfortable, without a single drop of sweat on his body.

Both of these two were cultivators in the late stage of the 化泉 (Hua Quan) Realm.

After hearing the fat man's complaint, the refined man suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Xiong, I really don't know what to say to you. You and I are both cultivators. With a little magic, we can summon a cool breeze and eliminate this heat. But you're good, you stubbornly refuse and willingly suffer this high temperature. If this isn't your fault, then whose fault is it?"

"Hmph, what do you know?" After hearing the refined man's ridicule, the fat man said disdainfully, "The cultivation techniques of our Wolf Maple Sect are based on being close to nature. Only by immersing our bodies in the world at all times can we understand the changes of the heavenly Dao and achieve fruition. Unlike you Dragon Wing Sect, you engage in so many tricks, dressing yourselves up as handsome young masters. People who don't know would think that your Dragon Wing Sect only produces gigolos!"

"Haha... Hahahaha... Brother Xiong, you're still so straightforward. Well then, since you want to be so close to nature, then just keep being hot. I, Wei, can't stand that kind of suffering. Otherwise, if I tan my fair skin, what will I do?" The refined man laughed, then raised his left hand and gently stroked his fair skin, which was comparable to a woman's, and smiled effeminately.

When the fat man saw the refined man's actions, even though he was in the scorching sun, he couldn't help but shudder and muttered in a low voice, "It is said that the men in the Dragon Wing Sect are more delicate than women. Now that I see it, it's true."

"Hmm? Brother Xiong, what are you whispering about?" Seeing the fat man muttering to himself, the refined man asked curiously.

"Hey, no, Brother Wei, you heard wrong. Where did I say anything just now?"

The fat man vehemently denied it, and then, as if he had thought of something, he immediately changed the subject, "By the way, we've been waiting here for several days. Why hasn't the Wind Gate opened yet?"

Hearing the fat man's words, the refined man's brows also furrowed slightly, and then he looked at the pool of water.

But at this moment, as if he had noticed something, he exclaimed, "Brother Xiong, look, it's here. The Wind Gate is about to open."

Just then, a small vortex suddenly appeared on the originally calm pool of water. Then, the vortex gradually expanded, and soon, it formed a huge gate of a hundred feet.

Inside the gate, positive and negative whirlwinds were blowing violently. Anything that was swept into it would be crushed to pieces.

That's right, this Wind Gate was the only passage to Fallen Immortal Valley.

In other words, after a hundred years, the gate of Fallen Immortal Valley had opened again.

Seeing the appearance of this Wind Gate, a trace of joy appeared on the faces of everyone present. They took out their respective Wind Spirit Beads, intending to enter the Wind Gate.

But at this moment, a white figure suddenly floated from behind them.