"Lord, it's said that within the Devil's oasis, there's a strange kind of sound. Like a song… but also like a demonic summons. It draws people unknowingly toward the oasis. As long as one doesn't approach it, nothing happens. But once you get too close, you're lured in."Wushuang Ghost once again recounted what he knew.
"A song, is it? So this sound is used to lure living beings into the oasis,"Yi Tianxing murmured thoughtfully.
Sound carries a power that can pierce the soul, affecting beings in countless ways—manipulating perception, creating illusions, and evoking deep emotions. It's extremely difficult to guard against. And once one is ensnared, escaping becomes all the more difficult.
It's like music: it can easily immerse people in a dreamlike state, as if transported to a fairyland. That sensation—so wondrous—can be inescapable.
"Lord, should we go in directly, or wait a while?"Wushuang Ghost looked at the oasis with a deep sense of dread in his eyes.
Many things in this world are terrifying precisely because they are unknown.
"Wait. I want to hear this strange song that comes from the Devil's oasis,"Yi Tianxing said calmly. Since they were here anyway, he wanted to personally experience the song feared by so many. To test whether his cultivation, spiritual will, and mental resilience could resist the temptation of the oasis, he had to confront it directly.
"It's said that this song appears once every hour. It shouldn't be long now."Wushuang Ghost did not object. Since they were going in regardless, the manner of entering didn't matter. Experiencing the legendary devil's call firsthand—even if it meant death—was something he wouldn't regret.
The two stood motionless before the oasis. From the outside, it appeared lush, full of dense trees and vibrant greenery. Yet strangely, there were no birdsongs, no animal cries. It stood silent, like a tomb of death.
Suddenly, from within the oasis came a strange murmur… a low chant… a melody. It floated on the air, ignoring distance, as if it could slip directly into one's soul.
"It's here. This is the legendary Devil's Song."Wushuang Ghost's expression turned somber.
The song—no one could tell what language it was in. Yet when heard, one could understand it perfectly:
"Wanderer from afar…"
"Lay down your burdens, your longings… and return to the warmth of home."
"Here, there is wine… and beauty… gold stacked like mountains… endless treasure."
"Come with me, friend. Power, wealth without end—it's all yours."
The lyrics themselves were simple. What was truly sinister was the strange rhythm embedded in the song—a mystic resonance that burrowed straight into the soul, subtly altering thoughts and feelings.
The moment the song began…
Figures emerged from the desert—cultivators whose eyes burned with fervor. Without hesitation, they ran toward the oasis like madmen. In their eyes was the gaze of someone seeing their most coveted dream.
The lustful saw beauties. The greedy saw treasure. The martial-obsessed saw supreme techniques. The obsessed saw their deepest regrets or desires fulfilled. Each person saw something different—yet all of it spoke to their deepest, most primal wants.
Under such temptation, almost no one could keep control.
Even Yi Tianxing saw the oasis transform before his very eyes.
In an instant, the entire oasis became a grand divine city—a sacred capital of humanity. In the sky, merit billowed like an ocean, fate surged like a tidal wave, and a colossal Luck Dragon soared, roaring with might. Within the city, countless citizens thrived in peace and prosperity. Billions of people lived in harmony.
On the court's grand steps, he saw Huang Chengyan, Jia Xu, Master Lu, and many others call out:
"Welcome home, Your Majesty! May your divine blessings last forever, and your life be endless!"
"Welcome home, Your Majesty! May your divine blessings last forever, and your life be endless!"
These voices echoed over and over in his mind.
At the heart of the city stood a massive Nine-Dragon Throne, radiating with sacred authority. He knew, deep in his soul, that seat belonged to him. Just one step, and he would become the supreme sovereign of all humanity. Rulers, generals, subjects—he would command it all. His dream would be fulfilled.
It was… intoxicating.
Clang!!
Suddenly, a crisp chime echoed in his mind—a soul-cleansing bell.
Yi Tianxing awoke instantly.
"What a sinister song… even I was caught in it without realizing. I saw Xuanhuang City again in that illusion. No wonder this oasis is so feared. No wonder even beasts are drawn in."
He took a deep breath and scanned the surroundings.
To his shock, dozens of monstrous beasts had emerged. Once invisible in the sands, now revealed—sandworms, sandrats, and crimson fire falcons filled the air. One particular group stood out:
The Chixue Clan (Crimson Blood Clan) — humanoid in shape, but with bird-like heads and wings on their backs. Their blood was molten red—like magma. A single drop could set grass ablaze. It's said their veins flow not with blood, but with the molten core of the earth. They thrive in extreme heat and are apex predators in the desert.
Even they—usually fierce and wary—were now entranced by the song, flying toward the oasis with dazed, obsessed eyes.
Yi Tianxing noticed that Wushuang Ghost was also affected. His gaze was fixed on the oasis—lost in whatever vision had taken root in his mind.
"It really is worthy of being called Devil oasis. It strikes at the heart of every person's innermost weakness. Unless one is truly without desire, escape is almost impossible. No wonder it's considered the most dangerous forbidden zone in the Golden Desert."
He watched Wushuang Ghost stagger toward the oasis and didn't hesitate. He followed.
Boom!!
The ground trembled. Winds and sand danced wildly in the air as a stampede of beasts thundered forward—all charging into the oasis.
Yi Tianxing and Wushuang Ghost weren't far from the edge—just a few dozen miles. With his cultivation, that distance was nothing. He could've gone ahead alone, but he chose to remain close to Wushuang Ghost, ensuring they weren't among the first to enter.
"An oasis, indeed…"
As he approached, the illusions faded. The oasis appeared as it was—tall trees swayed in the breeze, grassy plains stretched far, a freshwater lake glistened, its surface clear enough to see the ripples.
It looked… perfect.
But something was off: there was no sign of life. No birds, no animals. No insects. Just a lifeless beauty. That alone was deeply disturbing.
In a normal world, if there's anything you shouldn't do—it's entering a place like this. Every instinct screamed to stay away.
"This really isn't a place of kindness…"Yi Tianxing thought grimly.
It was clear: something was terribly wrong here. The Devil oasis lured countless lives—yet not even their bones remained. That was a terrifying truth.
Boom!!
The first wave of sandworms burst into the oasis—rushing into forests and fields, stirring the still air. A second wave followed: human cultivators, eyes glazed over.
"This… is the Devil oasis. What a vast oasis."Yi Tianxing observed that the first entrants hadn't immediately met any harm—and thus, he too stepped in.
The moment he did, a chill crept into his bones, as if he had stepped into a realm of death.
And yet—no threats appeared. Nothing could be seen.
Only silence, and the lure of something far darker than mere illusions.