Solar Fire

As night fell, in the Lost Desert along a safe route, the environment was strange and disorienting. The direction of the Lost Desert seemed reversed, with extreme temperature differences between day and night. During the day, everyone would sweat heavily under the scorching heat, while at night, even inside the tents wrapped in blankets, the cold was unbearable, making them shiver uncontrollably.

Aside from the night watchmen, most of the people had already fallen asleep. Inside a tent, Zhu Youji sat cross-legged, silently meditating. Having a clear understanding of the future outcome, he could not help but feel a sense of urgency. Although his current level of cultivation wouldn't benefit much from such practice, Zhu Youji adhered to the principle of always becoming stronger whenever possible. Thus, he continued cultivating rather than resting.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, pulling him out of his meditation.

"Something is approaching..."