The silver Mia, the blue Lucia, and the bloody Lilith, three moons hung high in the night sky, and three moonlights fell on the endless yellow sand, adding a bit of gorgeous color to the desert in the monotonous yellow. Looking up, the bitter wind that had been entrenched in the desert sky for many years was howling by, and the powerful wind pressure wrapped in countless fine sand was like a huge invisible trap. Each fine sand was like a sharp blade running at a high speed, intending to tear apart any invader who dared to enter the territory of the strong wind.

If you look down from the sky, you can only see a pure golden color, stretching from your feet to the distance, and the undulating sand dunes are one by one, looking beautiful and intoxicating from afar, but only by being truly in it can you feel the horror unique to this place of death. It is arid and hot horror. Through this layer of horror, all people can see is despair and irresistible despair. For more than three thousand years, countless explorers have been involved in this world where death and despair are intertwined, but most of them have completely collapsed in the endless sea of ​​sand, turning into scattered white bones buried in the desert, and then buried deeply by the flowing yellow sand, erasing the last trace left in the world.

If a traveler stands in the desert during the day, he can only see the same dunes and yellow sand. He cannot see their differences, nor can he find a reference, nor can he determine his own direction, nor can he determine the direction of his target. The hot sunlight is like a furnace gushing with flames, and the scorching hot wind is like a greedy demon burning with flames in the depths of hell. The mad devourer of the water in the traveler's body has caused people to even sweat and cool down. The anxiety caused by the inability to find the way makes the water flow faster. You can almost feel that your body temperature rises once under the scorching sun. Thirst and heat make travelers unable to help seeking protection of water, but the long lost journey has already exhausted the last drop of water. As for finding a source of water, it is even more impossible to find a source of water. Sighing that there is no source of water on the ground in the desert, this is already a recognized fact in the Yara world.

Without water, the lost travelers could only continue to endure the pain of thirst and heat, and continued to trek under the will to survive. Their lips gradually became dry and cracked, and their throats began to hurt like fire. They wanted to use other things to distract themselves, but unfortunately, there were not only water, but also any creatures in the desert, birds in the sky, snakes and lizards on the ground, poisonous insects dormant in the sand, tall and green cactus, all creatures were not one in the desert. Within sight, there was only the continuous yellow sand in the sky, monotonous and boring. Not only could they not distract themselves, but they would aggravate their inner despair.

Soon, the lost traveler will feel depressed, disgusted, powerless, and all kinds of painful feelings will follow one after another. The vision in front of you becomes blurry, and your steps become heavier. Perhaps, in the last moment, in the sight of the lost person, you will see an oasis with lush water and grass appearing at the end of the sky. The clear lake water ripples in the center of the oasis, sweet fruits grow everywhere, and there are even residents of the Sand Country leading livestock to move around the oasis. Such a scene will allow the lost people to see the hope of life in despair, be stimulated with the last drop of potential, and walk towards the oasis, and then... with a happy smile on their faces, they will always sleep in the sea of ​​sand and never wake up again.

This is the main reason why the Sigh Desert is called the most terrifying region of the Yara world. It is drought and lost. In this desert, most of the skills to distinguish directions will fail. Only a few people know how to enter the desert and leave smoothly. These guides who are capable of entering the desert even sort out the skills of surviving in the Sigh Desert into a set of regulations, which are passed down from ear to mouth to ear. But even with these skills, there are still several experienced guides every year, and they disappear into the desert with the team that hired them and will never be able to return again.

However, no matter what attitude people use to look at the Sigh Desert, whether it is fear, anger, or want to conquer it, it has no meaning to the Sigh Desert. It still exists silently without any change due to the will of the creature. It is still like a sophisticated and steady hunter, waiting quietly, waiting for the next prey to ignorantly enter its own death trap, and waiting for the next victim to turn into a part of its body.

Among the survival skills of the Sighing Desert, one of the things that everyone thinks about repeatedly emphasizes is to rest during the day and act at night. The guides do not even need to explain the reasons. As long as you walk into the Sighing Desert in person, you will naturally understand the meaning of this principle.

The desert during the day is as hot as hell. The yellow sand on the ground can even be used for Panis to cook food, but at night, it becomes biting cold and bone-black. If you still stand in an empty place in the daytime clothes, it only takes a few hours to freeze into an ice sculpture by the biting cold wind and the increasingly low temperature. This extremely hot and cold phenomenon has always been an unsolved mystery in the academic world. There have been countless scholars who have entered the desert with the expectation of solving this mystery, and then... they never go back. However, there is a mainstream speculation in the academic world about this. The ice energy of the perpetual frozen ice field in the east and the scorching energy from the death forest in the west happen to be sighing that the desert meets. The two energies are entangled with each other, and neither can gain the upper hand. Therefore, this phenomenon of extremely hot and extremely cold at night occurs. As for whether this guess is true, no one can give an accurate answer so far.

The desert at night should be in silence, and there was no living creature, which led to nothing but the sound of wind. However, a sound of sand sounded, and a piece of sand suddenly popped up under a sand dune. As the yellow sand was flying, a man suddenly emerged from the cover of the yellow sand. If there were other people around, he might not have to endure the torture of drought and was directly scared to death by this scene.

The person who came out shook his body and head hard, trying to get rid of the sand that was attached to the body. However, this behavior always reminded people of some animal that likes to make the same move after falling into the water. After shaking off the sand all over his body, Panis appeared from the yellow sand. He was still wearing the white robe when he met in the valley a few days ago. Fortunately, the sun has just set and the temperature is still high, which avoids the fate of being frozen to death.

"Damn it, the desert, so what I hate the most is here." Panis took off his boots, poured out a lot of fine sand from his boots, raised his head and gestured at the moon with a few fingers for a while, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "Fortunately, I'll finally end it after walking for another night today."
Chapter completed!