In the scorching heat of the boundless Northern Desolate Wasteland.
A young man clad in a long white robe, with a massive black sword strapped to his back, trudged wearily across the desert sands. With each step he took, his calves sank deeply into the sand, the term "staggering pace" aptly describing his current state.
This young man was none other than Ye Chenfeng. It had taken him a full six hours to climb out from beneath the desert. To think, when he initially entered the subterranean depths of the Northern Desolate Wasteland, it only took him fifty minutes. One could only imagine the tremendous burden the Black Xuan Armor and Black Xuan Sword placed upon him.
At this moment, Ye Chenfeng had already changed into a new set of clothes, concealing the Black Xuan Armor underneath. He had to maintain a constant cycle of spiritual energy at the same frequency; otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to control the Black Xuan Armor and the Black Xuan Sword.