Otherworldly Desert Dust

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle~~~~~~"

It was clearly a glacier, yet it seemed to be steaming under intense heat. Both the external rock layers and the glaciers sealing the man began to vaporize.

His skin was like jade crystal, translucent and radiant. His veins emitted a sacred glow, and his bones looked as if they were tempered a thousand times over, like star gold—extraordinarily uncommon.

The boy in beast clothing had bright eyes, staring enviously at the exposed masculine sacred body.

"Big brother, you're also from beyond the sky, aren't you?" the boy asked excitedly.

The middle-aged man in tiger skin beside him looked indifferent. He took a piece of beast pelt from his bag, made some rudimentary modifications, and then tossed it to the man who had walked out from the glacier.

"Clothe yourself, clothe yourself. We have Saint Heirs, Divine Monarchs, Heavenly People, Emperor's Daughters, and Immortal Young Men descending here all the time. Your look is far too lacking, barely qualifying you as an outsider," the middle-aged man said.

The man who came out of the glacier took the beast pelt skirt and wrapped it around his waist, causing the middle-aged man some slight embarrassment. He didn't speak but slowly broke into a wide smile, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth!

He was alive!

Damn it, I was alive again!

Little Yi was also alive...

After two and a half years of desperate training for survival in the Divine Python Earth Vein, he had finally managed to break through the deep rectum of the male Dragon and escape that dark and dismal world.

He finally saw the light again.

He finally saw living people from the outside world.

The sensation of basking in natural light brought him a feeling of happiness, even if the sulfurous stench still clung to his body. It was still much better than the gastric juice army and the Empire of Rotworms in the Dragon's stomach!

The Otherworldly Dust was indeed strange and bizarre.

Wu Hen could never have imagined that there would be a kingdom inside the Dragon's stomach, a kingdom like the internal structures of a biotic organism. There was a specific gastric juice army for food decomposition, resembling the insect race from interstellar wars, countless in number.

There was also an immune system that killed foreign objects within the body—this system in particular was Wu Hen's greatest adversary. It was pervasive and cunning. After Wu Hen had fought his way out of the vast gastric cave, he was immediately pursued by the immune system, which chased him relentlessly, much like ghost messengers from the underworld, not letting him escape.

Evading the immune system, Wu Hen even encountered ridiculously malevolent cancer sects, a group of crazy, brainless cancer cells fixated on reproduction and destruction. Fortunately, Wu Hen cunningly ignited a battle between the immune system and these cancer cells, allowing him to survive for a long time.

"Damn it, Male and Female Dragon, if you're feeling under the weather, eat lighter!"

Wu Hen was full of resentment. The things the Dragon consumed were numerous and indigestible, including some mutant beasts of near Sky Brightness Power.

These mutant beasts were also frantically seeking an exit and would madly attack other undigested food.

Most absurdly, Wu Hen encountered an old friend, the Purple Robed Master, within the Dragon's digestive system.

The Purple Robed Master had turned into a half-gold skeleton, and he even recognized Wu Hen, chasing after him like a vengeful ghost.

Fortunately, the Purple Robed Master was a key digestion target for the Dragon. His real flesh, soul breath, and bloodline had all been absorbed by the Dragon, leaving only the half-gold holy bones, which Wu Hen, with his capabilities, could still manage.

After killing the Purple Robed Master's skeleton, Wu Hen's own Totem Bloodline evolved. He was no longer a half-blood Totem Son, able to command purer and more potent Holy Power.

Unfortunately, anything related to Yuan You within the Dragon's stomach would be absorbed, including Wu Hen. Apart from his listening sense, all other abilities incessantly degraded.

After enduring numerous hardships and finally escaping, Wu Hen, apart from having a pure bloodline Totem Sacred Body, had little primordial power left.

As for Little Yi, its divine aura had completely dissipated.

It had returned to its most original form—a Star Spirit Dragon born with self-awareness.

Although it was a Dragon, it differed from those of flesh and blood. Its body comprised rare metallic star dust from the Otherworldly Dust. When it first developed spiritual wisdom, it began absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, forming a sword shape due to the proximity of an ancient human weapon.

The greedy Little Witch Dragon was its True Soul.

The Death Sword was its divine miracle body achieved through consummate cultivation.

It could devour and transform countless times—this was the life instinct of the Star Spirit.

Despite those two and a half years of belly survival in the dark, the father-son bond had grown, overcoming many gaps between them.

"Life is full of ups and downs. Although we've been through hell, we can still strive together to stand at the top of the world again!" Wu Hen was in an excellent mood.

He had survived.

Little Yi had also survived.

They could continue their journey together.

In the world of Otherworldly Dust, everything might be an illusion, except for two things that were true.

Yuan You, and emotions.

Wu Hen firmly believed that it wouldn't be long before he could feed Little Yi well and restore its divine miracle essence, conquering the myriad realms!

"Um... The matter of standing at the top of the world can wait. First, get out of that huge pile of Heavenly Shit and find a place to rinse off. The sulfur smell is rather stinging to the eyes," the middle-aged man in tiger skin said.

Wu Hen felt supremely embarrassed. Couldn't he be allowed to bask in his triumph for a bit longer?

Didn't everyone know that in all stories, as long as the prodigy survives the ordeal, they will undoubtedly soar to the heavens with legendary secret techniques?

Finding a clean plain stream, Wu Hen jumped into the clear water, which soon turned dirty.

"Find another stream," the middle-aged tiger-skinned man said helplessly.

Moving to another stream, Wu Hen jumped in again. This time his body got somewhat cleaner, but the smell was still strong.

Keep changing!

With so many streams, could they not clean one pure body?

"Hey, hey, hey, not this stream. It's the drinking stream of our Ancient Clan. Go to Qingcao Creek over there. Yes, right there. Stay there for a while. Qingcao Creek originates from Red Snow Mountain and has a purifying effect on the soul," the middle-aged man in tiger skin said.

Wu Hen nodded and dove straight into Qingcao Creek.

But on the shore, the boy in beast clothing had a rather strange expression. He hesitated before finally asking his father, "Is this really okay?"

The middle-aged man in tiger skin raised his eyebrows and glared at his son, making him shut up.

Finally, Wu Hen was clean.

Satisfied, Wu Hen walked out of the now murky creek, expressing his sincere gratitude to the two friendly locals.

"I don't have much to give you. Let me gift you a rap. It represents the highest form of human art," Wu Hen said.

"Let's hear it," said the middle-aged tiger-skinned man as he led the way.

"Yo yo yo, surviving a calamity makes one a saint among men, transformed into a dragon with every storm encountered. Yesterday, the evil Dragon stepped on my home, bit my flesh; tomorrow, I will strip its skin, tear its tendons... Yo yo yo, that Purple Robed Son of Otherworldly Dust, what kind of holy shit Totem Sacred Sect! When my divine power is complete, I will crush his Sacred Sect, humiliate his saintly women a hundred times over..."

Wu Hen sang as he walked, feeling utterly carefree and jubilant, as if he were flying.

The boy in beast clothes beside him couldn't help but tap his feet and hum along with a "yo yo yo~," feeling the magical rhythms and melodies.

Seeing the boy so quickly getting into the groove, Wu Hen felt immensely proud. Truly, no matter the race, as long as they had spiritual wisdom, music could dissolve barriers and bring different civilizations to consensus.

Who could refuse happiness if they were alive?

"Big brother, are you singing the sacred words of your Human Clan? It sounds great; can it enhance combat power?" the boy asked innocently.

"Of course it can. It can grant you courage and confidence. Don't underestimate the potential within your body. This ancient and mysterious phrase can awaken your latent combat genes. Have you heard of this saying? It's a universally accepted truth among our youth," Wu Hen said. After so long without human interaction, he found the boy's naivety made him want to talk more.

The boy shook his head repeatedly, brimming with curiosity and wonder about the world beyond.

"No one can defeat me in my BGM. BGM stands for the war song I just hummed. When fighting a strong enemy, even if you don't hear the song in your ear, you should have it in your heart. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Wu Hen explained.

"I can try to understand," the boy nodded seriously, then eagerly asked, "Can you sing that song again? I found it very interesting—the 'yo yo yo,' it's like it can awaken something..."

"You need to make the gestures like this; it'll feel more hip-hop," Wu Hen said.

A youth in beast skirt with a Sacred Body and a boy in traditional beast clothing, not unlike primitive humans in early literature, walked, gestured, and hummed the most trendy tunes...

The middle-aged man in tiger skin had a stiff expression. Though he didn't understand any of this, his instincts told him that if his son learned more from this outsider, he might be lost for good.

"Uncle, where are we?" Wu Hen finally asked seriously after finishing his joyful interlude.

"This is the Scroll Realm. We honor ancient traditions for countless ages, retaining hunting habits. We don't worship ancient gods, old gods, or new gods. We only revere mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon," the middle-aged man in tiger skin replied.

"Hunting??" Wu Hen was taken aback.

Had he arrived on a primordial continent?

He knew that once humans on Earth entered agriculture, pure gathering and hunting practices ceased. With the industrial age, machinery allowed more people to be well-fed, even overfed, leading to the birth of so much future art!

"Yes, hunting. Today was not a lucky day. You fell from the sky and scared off all the nearby prey. But fortunately, we have some reserves at home, so we don't care much about harvest for a day or two," the middle-aged man in tiger skin said.

"Oh, you live quite simply and primitively. That's good. Even in our industrial age, many people are obsessed with fishing. It's the joy of hunting ingrained in their genes... Hey, is that your tribe?" Wu Hen pointed to a settlement with traces of human activity.

A stream, Qingcao Creek, ran through the plain tribe, and Wu Hen distinctly remembered he had bathed upstream!

"No, that's the neighboring tribe. We are on the other side," the middle-aged man said with a wicked smile, leading Wu Hen around the tribe.