His left foot was on the black volcanic rock, while Zhenjin's right foot had already stepped onto the desert.
After half a day, they came once again to the boundary between the desert and molten lava landscape.
Looking ahead, the yellow-brown sand stretched to the horizon. The scorching sun was distorting in the distance, turning into a haze.
Zhenjin, Zi Di, and Cang Xu were all both hungry and thirsty.
There was no food, and everyone hailed hunger pangs.
The high temperature from the volcanic eruption made them sweat profusely.
This was very dangerous—sweating depleted the precious water in their bodies.
They had to replenish water ahead of time.
This consumed a lot of the already scarce water resources.
Everyone talked very little, maintaining silence.
Zhenjin paused at the boundary line, then, carrying Bai Ya, continued forward.
With a youth on his back, Zhenjin had the heaviest burden.