After disembarking from the aircraft, everyone breathed in the fresh air, and many began to gulp down the clear water from the oasis.
Changsun Zhong reminded everyone to sip slowly, but those who had sweated profusely and endured the heat for a while simply ignored him, too thirsty to care.
Only after their bellies were round and full from drinking did they finally stop.
"Are these ancient ruins?" A gleam flashed in Meng Gua's eyes, filled with excitement.
If he could unearth some ancient technology from these ruins, his status might rise even further.
"No, it's the place I've chosen for Ascension." A gentle voice came from afar.
In the distance, a figure approached, and the reflecting light was so intense they could barely keep their eyes open.
"Ascension?" Changsun Zhong's expression was serious; indeed, it was a ritual-related ability.
