Akasu looked at the wilderness around him, trying to suppress his urge to cry, because he knew that the catharsis of emotions could not change everything in reality, and he still had to think about how to get out of the situation.

I was trapped at the bottom of this pool and counted from the time I woke up, and it should have been a full ten days.

Akasu took out a stake from his storage bag and carefully counted the knife marks carved on it. Every six hours, the hourglass he carried with him would carve into the stake himself, until he had twenty scar marks just now.

Looking back on the course traveled in the past ten days, about a hundred hills have been climbed and about five canyons have been crossed, but the surroundings do not seem to have changed.

Although he doesn't have mana support, but because of the power of the dantian, his body is more vigorous than before, and his running speed is even no less than that of a snow deer.

But now, I don't even know when I will be able to walk to the edge of Longtan. While Akasu was resting on the hills, suddenly the whole world at the bottom of the pool changed, and one tornado after another appeared in the boundless wilderness.

The wind swept the sand in all directions, the sky was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, and in the blink of an eye the whole space became so dark that nothing could be seen, Akasu quickly ran down the hill, dug a hole in the leeward and jumped in.

I don't know when the wind dragon stopped wreaking havoc, after Akasu came out of the hole, he spit out the yellow sand all over his mouth, patted the sand accumulated on his robe, checked his belongings, and prepared to continue his journey, but he suddenly found that the storage bag had disappeared for some time.

Akasu hurriedly searched around the pit, but there was not even a shadow of a storage bag within a radius.

Akasu realized that things had gotten worse, and didn't know where the whirlwinds were blowing the bags away.

Maybe I'm going to be trapped in this hellish place, the storage bag has all the dry food and water bladders for this expedition, and without food and water, it is basically impossible to survive in this barren pool bottom world for a long time.

What to do? How to solve the impending problem of survival? Akasu stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, thinking to himself that he couldn't sit still no matter what, he had to move forward, and he had to find a water source as soon as he could still support himself.

Along the way, Akasu constantly encouraged himself to believe that he could get out of this world. Whenever he passed by the barren grass on the road, Akasu hurriedly cut the sand from the roots of the barren grass, stuffed the grass roots with a little moisture into his mouth and chewed to replenish the lost water.

The pace was much slower, but it seemed more in line with the nature of the expedition, and the caves behind each hill and the plants on the rocks deep in the canyon were explored by Akasu.

He will not hesitate to stuff the fruit or rhizome that he can eat into his mouth and chew and swallow. Unable to guess the loss of time due to the loss of the hourglass in his storage bag, Akasu could only rely on instinct to judge that about another three days had passed.

Until this day, Akasu's path was blocked by a canyon that had never been encountered before, the canyon was dozens of feet wide, as if it had been opened by a sword, and the straight cliff face was bottomless.

Just as Akasu was deciding whether to go around the canyon or cross it, a wind whistled like a dragon's roar and a damp gust of wind blew up from the canyon.

Could it be that there is water in this canyon, Akasu stretched out his tongue and licked the air on the canyon, pursed his chapped lips, and intuitively thought that there should be water in the canyon, even if there is no large amount of water, it should be enough for himself to drink.

He inhaled greedily through his nose, as if these actions could absorb all the moisture in the air.

Thinking about the fact that he was tormented by the lack of water at the bottom of the pool, everything seemed so ridiculous, and when he looked up, he saw the boundless pool of water, but unfortunately there was not a drop that could moisten his already dry and hoarse throat.

How to go down to the canyon, Akasu didn't have time to think about it, the desire for water, the belief in being alive, made him choose to quickly go down to the bottom of the canyon.

He took out the dagger he had with him and cut his belt in half, half of it tied to the sharp corners of himself and a large rock on the edge of the cliff, and half of it was just wrapped around his right hand.

He tightened his belt to the rock, feeling strong enough, and leaned down towards the cliff, using his dagger to quickly pull out the point of gravity on the cliff face.

Fortunately, the dagger he carried with him was made by the master from the rarest 10,000-year-old cold iron in the Snow Mountain, which was made by a famous craftsman in the Kingdom of Time, and it was as easy to cut iron as mud and chisel stones as easily as cutting tofu, otherwise it would be almost impossible to climb down the cliff like a knife.

After a careful climb, he finally descended to the bottom of the pool when Akasu was exhausted. Akasu lay at the bottom of the pool, gulping in the humid air, grateful to the Master who was far away from the meditation ground.

Akasu thought to himself that when the master gave this dagger to himself as a coming-of-age gift, he thought that the master was too stingy, so he gave a knife, which was not as generous as the mages of the city-state.

Today, it seems that this dagger is much more valuable than the robes, wands, and boxes of gold coins given by the mages, and this is a life-saving treasure.