No matter where Liam looked, he only saw sand stretching endlessly on the horizon. He instinctively glanced at the sky, and the sun's angle almost made him gulp.
That wasn't the end. The air tasted wrong, like nothing Liam had ever smelled before. Everything was also terribly dry, deepening the heat that assaulted him.
Cultivators were basically immune to harsh weather. Even the northern region's cold hadn't made Liam flinch, but that heat was actively consuming his Qi. Actually, the latter was working overtime to fend it off.
At the rate Liam's cultivation produced Qi, that constant consumption wasn't an issue. His core was beyond what that environment could cause.
Nevertheless, the fact that the weather could cause such strain was rather terrifying. Liam could very well imagine foundation experts or weak rooting experts dying due to the heat.
As for mortals, Liam didn't even consider them. It was pointless in the face of that death zone.
