บท 2122: Back

This desert sun had a scorching heat that sizzled upon his skin like oil in a skillet. If it was scaled down to the experiences of a mortal, Dyon felt that it was nearing 150 degrees Celsius. 

It was then Dyon realized that his fists weren't bleeding purely due to his grinding into this sand, but also because of the scorching heat. 

If his skin felt like 150 degrees, the parts that contacted this sand were at least double that. In fact, there were bits and pieces of melted sand all around that had become shards of glass that Dyon only now noticed. 

It was clear that this place was a hellscape. 

Dyon slowly stood up. Walking under such suppression was no longer as difficult as when he first entered his Realm. He had spent 80 years refining pills in his Realm. He was very much used to controlling his qi on the Immortal Plane already. He could function normally.