Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 602 - 053: Sand Thief
These years of wandering life as a loose cultivator have also honed Li Xin's certain insight.
Firstly,
that young man in blue robes seems to be on his own and is probably not related to the leader of the caravan—certainly not someone subordinate to them either.
Daring to travel alone, and still having the caravan leader treat him with respect and flattery.
Even if his background is significant, he must have some skills; otherwise, no matter how grand the background, one wouldn't dare to stroll so boldly all alone.
Do they really think the desert's sand beasts and the ruthless sand bandits are easy to provoke?
Of course,
what struck Li Xin as unusual was the attitude of some veterans in the caravan.
Though they didn't fawn over him as the leader did, their behaviors inadvertently showed respect, and some young men never joined in boasting about the young man.
These old dogs surely have sharp noses.
It's hard to tell what scent they've picked up on.
The young man in the carriage in blue robes might not be that simple.
Li Xin pondered while eating his dry provisions.
What he didn't notice was,
the person inside the carriage might have appeared before, but what was he like? Li Xin couldn't seem to recall.
What Li Xin didn't know was,
before this, this question had arisen in his mind more than once, yet the very next moment it would silently vanish without a trace.
Extremely mysterious, but everyone present seemed oblivious to this issue.
As Li Xin pondered the origin of the young man in the carriage while eating dry provisions, he didn't know that inside the carriage, waves of spatial tremors were occurring, and a blue-robed figure was observing him through layers of space, thoughtful in his gaze.
"Interesting, a mundane fate that should have led to an ordinary life, but abruptly changed unexpectedly... If the future information is correct, then this journey to the Desperate Heaven Abyss will be the greatest harvest for this boy."
The path of fate is indeed extraordinarily mysterious.
In this world, people not born with great fate don't always get to the end.
But fate itself has a certain influence on the future; such a dramatic change in the future's trajectory is indeed peculiar.
The tremors in space, the man in blue robes sat cross-legged amidst the void, with a calm gaze.
This person was Austin.
That day, Austin decided to take a detour through Liangzhou, preparing to explore the Desperate Heaven Abyss within Liangzhou to acquire the Immortal Pill in embryonic form deep within the Bronze Immortal Hall, using it to break through realms, readying himself for the impending tribulations with more confidence.
On the path of cultivation, despite not having a bottleneck due to his soul, Austin required a vast amount of energy to raise his realm, which was not a small amount.
Only certain treasures of heaven and earth could support the rapid advancement of Austin's realm.
If calculated correctly,
the major change in Desperate Heaven Abyss would occur around this time.
Based on the glimpse into the future timeline obtained by calculating the future of Lin Han, Austin already knew certain secrets in advance.
For example,
this young man named Li Xin would achieve the greatest gain during that major change and would rise swiftly to become a formidable figure.
"The intricacies of Celestial Secret Divination are profound indeed—if I could unravel the mist within, perhaps I could further improve my cultivation in Celestial Secret Divination."
In the realm of Celestial Secret Divination, Austin had already encountered a bottleneck.
Initially based on the Plum Blossom Sect's "Plum Blossom Divination," Austin had utilized some concepts and methods from his past life to elevate it to an unprecedented realm among past Plum Blossom Sect ancestors, using vast and boundless computational power.
However, there is always an end.
Quickly, Austin discovered that his Celestial Secret Computation Power was approaching a limit, with each increment consuming enormous effort.
This was Austin's bottleneck, and also the limit of using logical computation to probe the power of celestial secrets. Hence, even if Austin infinitely enhanced his computational power, he could only infinitely approach that limit, unable to truly break through.
"If someone is indeed scheming against me, then that person's ability in Celestial Secret Divination might have already surpassed this limit, reaching the next realm."
"This boy might help me break through this bottleneck."
If he could observe the anomalous point where Li Xin's fate drastically changed, it might allow him to break through and advance further in Celestial Secret Divination.
And this was precisely the main reason for Austin's embodiment within the caravan.
Of course,
being a formidable figure standing at the apex of the present world, Austin did not need to disguise himself as an ordinary bottom-level loose cultivator mingling with the sand for no good reason.
Revealing some cultivation and martial techniques and spending some unknown extra skills, Austin instantly became a guest of honor with the caravan leader and successfully secured an extremely luxurious carriage.
Just right, accompanying the journey in the carriage while cultivating, indeed complementing each other.
"Let's hope you don't disappoint me."
Austin's voice was drawn out as he closed his eyes again, continuing his cultivation.
And all of this,
the outside world was completely unaware.
...
At this moment,
deep in the desert, on a barren plateau a hundred miles away.
A brutal slaughter was underway.
A large group of sand bandits, arriving with a sandstorm, unexpectedly stormed the defenses of a resting caravan, severed limbs flying, blood splattering as the one-sided tragic killing unfolded.
Soon, all the caravan's resistance was slaughtered.
"Black Sand King... you all... won't end well... I'll be waiting for you below!"
Chopped into a bloody stump, with blood flowing on the ground, the man's face was unrecognizable, filled with hatred as he hoarsely cursed at the sand bandits like a vengeful spirit.
Poof!
A gleaming white scimitar pierced from above, piercing through his head.
"Hmph, so much talk for a waste, how's the harvest, Second Brother?"
The bald man with a face full of scars, pulled out the scimitar and licked the blood off the blade.
Around, the subordinates of the sand bandits were rampaging.
"Not bad, handling could bring about five thousand spirit stones in yield,"
a sinister man beside him replied.
"Damn it, just this amount of goods isn't enough for those guys!"
The bald man spat and kicked away the bloodied head by his feet.
"We'll have to pull a few more heists, otherwise it'll be a problem if we don't gather enough, so what's the news?"
Caw!
At this moment,
an eagle's screech came from high in the sky.
The bald man looked up, his eyes lighting up:
"Ha, Little Hawk is back, let's see what good news it brings!"
