Chu Feng dashed toward that location at full speed.
The opportunity he sought was the strongest among all the opportunities available.
Moreover, it was connected to the others in a certain way.
If Chu Feng managed to obtain this opportunity, then everyone else's opportunities would become void.
Conversely, if any single person among the others secured their opportunity first, then the one Chu Feng was currently pursuing would also become useless.
Either Chu Feng obtained his opportunity and left everyone else empty-handed, or someone else got theirs first, and Chu Feng would lose this rare chance.
Although it wasn't what Chu Feng truly wished for — if he succeeded, the opportunities of Xia Yan and the others would be nullified as well — he still had to go through with it. He could not allow Zuoqiu Youyu to succeed.
If he hadn't used his Heavenly Eyes to see through the mystery and deduced this entirely new opportunity from the auras of the crowd, then Zuoqiu Youyu's opportunity would have been the strongest.
The Yin-Yang Withered Well Realm was wondrous and unfathomable, and the opportunities within it were undoubtedly extraordinary.
How could Chu Feng allow Zuoqiu Youyu to obtain such a thing?
After traveling for a good while, Chu Feng finally drew closer and closer to the map's endpoint.
He had now entered a vast desert. As long as he crossed it, he would reach the destination.
"Something's wrong."
After flying for a while, Chu Feng suddenly came to a halt.
"What is it?" Yu Sha asked.
"According to the map, this desert does exist here. But normally, I should have crossed it long ago and reached the endpoint by now."
"Yet this desert seems to stretch on endlessly — there's no way to reach the end."
Chu Feng said.
"Could it be a formation?" Yu Sha asked.
"I've already checked with my Heavenly Eyes. I can't see anything out of the ordinary, and I can't detect even the slightest trace of a barrier's power," Chu Feng said.
"Then… perhaps if we keep moving forward, we'll get out soon?" Yu Sha asked.
Hearing this, Chu Feng set off once more. But this time, instead of flying onward, he turned around and headed back the way he had come.
Chu Feng had spent half an incense stick's worth of time entering this desert and pushing forward.
Logically, flying back at the same speed should have taken the same half incense stick's time to leave the desert behind.
Yet Chu Feng had already spent more than half an incense stick's time, and he still could not find his way out.
Not only could he not escape — he couldn't even see the desert's edge.
Chu Feng soared high into the sky, ascending to a tremendous height. The vast white clouds lay far below him.
But even from such a height, when he looked out in every direction, all he could see in every direction was yellow sand stretching to the horizon, with no end in sight.
"We really are trapped."
"If it's not a formation, then what kind of power could do this?" Yu Sha asked.
"Don't worry. I have my own methods."
Chu Feng flew rapidly through the air for a time. Seeing that it had no effect, he quickly descended.
WHOOSH—
Yellow sand erupted skyward like an inverted waterfall.
It was Chu Feng — he had plunged into the desert, diving straight toward the depths below.
The sand layer was thick, far thicker than Chu Feng had imagined.
But he continued to burrow deeper and deeper until he finally pierced through the sand and laid eyes on a layer of soil.
Even after reaching the soil, Chu Feng kept going until he encountered an underground river. Only then did he stop.
Though he was buried deep underground, Chu Feng could still orient himself. He carved through layer upon layer of earth, pressing resolutely in a single direction.
But he had not traveled far before he came to a stop.