The Silent Extinction of Divine Swords

Guided by the old man, Lu Ze traversed a vast distance and arrived in a desolate desert. The scorching sun of the desert radiated intense heat, and fierce winds howled, whipping up terrifying sandstorms. The searing sunlight was so intense that it made it difficult for anyone to gaze directly into it. Even someone as formidable as Lu Ze felt a slight discomfort. The conditions here were extremely harsh, with few cultivators in sight, and it seemed there were hardly any treasures to be found.

Despite Lu Ze extending his Spirit Power to cover his eyes, he found no anomalies in this place. However, Lu Ze did not doubt the old man's words. If the old man said there were treasures here, then there must be treasures!

"This is the place. If my senses aren't mistaken, there should be an altar beneath you, but it's buried under the yellow sand. Clear it up!" The voice of the old man resonated once again in Lu Ze's ears.