Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm

Yang Fan continued, "Currently, the Canglan civilization has too few warriors, so I hope the Iron Fist civilization will dispatch a thousand elite warriors to help guard the interface transfer island."

The Guardian felt an overwhelming sense of unreality.

A rookie civilization that descended just three years ago is actually planning to build an interface transfer island?

One must know that only very powerful civilizations have the capability to build interface transfer islands, and many world groups can’t even find a single one.

Yet the knight looked at the Canglan Ghost, feeling that the other party wasn’t joking.

Finally, the Guardian nodded and said, "As long as your interface transfer island is established, a thousand Iron Fist warriors will move in at the fastest speed."

It wasn’t hard to detect a slight tone of skepticism from the Guardian.

Yang Fan did not explain, only smiled and said, "Deal!"

After speaking, he suddenly felt something and instinctively turned to look at the vast sandstorm on his right.

The Guardian noticed this action and curiously asked, "What is it?"

Yang Fan’s tone carried amazement: "I think I heard the roar of the Giantsand Spirit."

The Guardian recalled for a moment before remembering that the "Giantsand Spirit" was a peculiar creature that lay dormant deep within the sand layers for years.

The body of a Giantsand Spirit is composed of massive amounts of black sand, often measuring in "hundreds of meters."

Each Giantsand Spirit has a very long lifespan, with a level of at least a Knight; considering its size and environmental factors, its combat power far exceeds that of an ordinary Knight by a wide margin.

But the Guardian listened carefully for a while, only hearing the whistling of the wind.

Yang Fan glanced into the distance again and sighed, "This is the first time I’ve seen a Giantsand Spirit; it’s incredible that such a magical life form exists in the Black Sand Sea."

The Guardian wanted to ask, "Where is the Giantsand Spirit?"

But out of respect for the Knight Powerhouse’s pride, he was embarrassed to ask, after all, his rank was higher than the Canglan Ghost, yet he failed to sense the Giantsand Spirit, so asking would be humiliating.

Yang Fan then decided to say goodbye: "Lord Guardian, I’ll go observe the Giantsand Spirit for now, see you next time."

Yang Fan’s mind moved, and he activated a Superpower.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a tornado appeared around Yang Fan, and he immediately vanished without a trace.

The Guardian’s pupils contracted, looking up at the sky: "So fast!"

He saw very clearly that the Canglan Ghost seemed to merge with the storm, disappearing into the distance at a speed of at least 1.5 times the speed of sound.

This is definitely a movement speed at the level of a Middle Rank Knight.

The Guardian shook his head, a thought emerging in his mind: "How many abilities does the Canglan Ghost actually master?"

He truly couldn’t believe that after Awakening a Superpower for just three short years, someone could master so many powerful abilities.

The meeting with the Canglan Ghost today had given this knight a strong sense of defeat.

Who exactly is the knight here?

On the other side.

Yang Fan transformed into a breeze, swiftly traveling through the storm at an astonishing speed of 1.5 times the speed of sound.

Just yesterday.

Using the Superpower〖Wind Spirit〗 he acquired over a year ago as a foundation, he had fused a new middle grade Superpower—〖Wind Thunderstorm〗.

The method he was using to travel was the derived ability of Wind Thunderstorm—Fury Wind Flash.

It is worth mentioning that Wind Thunderstorm also possesses an extremely advanced ability.

This Superpower can touch the "Domain of Wind," a special "ocean" where supernatural powers of the wind element converge.

In terms of power level, the Domain of Wind is below the Law, but above normal wind Superpowers.

The Sea of Death Black Sand is perpetually swept by fierce winds, making the Domain of Wind exceptionally active there.

Using the power of Wind Thunderstorm, Yang Fan captured a thread of information from afar, hearing the roar of the Giantsand Spirit.

Ten minutes later.

Yang Fan raced across nearly 400 kilometers like the wind.

"Woo~"

A tornado descended from the sky, striking a spot on the surface of a massive dune ten kilometers high.

The tornado dissipated.

Yang Fan revealed his form.

Through the Domain of Wind, he glanced eighty kilometers away and immediately showed a shocked expression.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by deafening thunder.

A towering giant nearly 300 meters high, it swung its gigantic arms, raising waves of sand over a hundred meters high.

The entire dune trembled slightly, the rolling dust rose into the air, presenting a magnificent scene.

It was unmistakably the Giantsand Spirit.

This colossal being had only its upper body exposed, its lower body still beneath the sand layer, highlighting its astonishing size.

Yang Fan took a few more looks, feeling an immensely powerful pressure from the depths of his soul, his heart pounding wildly.

It felt like a giant rock was hanging above, ready to smash down any moment and turn him into a pile of flesh.

He couldn’t withstand the pressure and had to avert his gaze.

Yang Fan gasped, instantly understanding what level the Giantsand Spirit was: "Venerable!"

Beyond a Knight, a Venerable!

After a moment.

He suddenly sensed an almost tangible gaze, and his complexion changed dramatically.

It was undoubtedly the Giantsand Spirit that had discovered him.

Detecting the probing gaze from eighty kilometers away was sufficient to demonstrate the terror of the Venerable.

Yang Fan decisively activated the Shuttle Boat he held in his right hand, and his form instantly disappeared.

In the next moment.

A blurry finger made of sand, over twenty meters tall, suddenly appeared above where Yang Fan was standing, pressing down swiftly.

"Boom!"

The sand layer exploded.

A massive pit a hundred meters deep appeared on the ground.

Eighty kilometers away.

The Giantsand Spirit’s movements suddenly paused, turning its head to glance in Yang Fan’s direction.

But it quickly looked away, letting out another thunderous roar.

"Boom!"

A towering sandstorm erupted within a fifty-kilometer radius.

For the Venerable, the recent action was merely waving off an eavesdropping little bug, and it wasn’t worth pursuing such a bug given its stature.

Although this little bug seemed to have great potential, far stronger than others of its kind.

After venting its energy for a while, the Giantsand Spirit suddenly muttered in a voice like rolling thunder: "I remember someone told me that waking up after a thousand years of sleep, I would encounter something very important, perhaps even related to my life."

It heavily knocked on its head, producing a loud noise.

"Boom!"

The Giantsand Spirit grumbled, "Damn it, I seem to have forgotten what that thing was."

It waved its hands and quickly submerged beneath the sand layer.

The scene shifted across five hundred kilometers.

World Gate.

Yang Fan dashed back to his doorstep, still feeling a lingering fear, muttering, "What a hot-headed fellow!"

The Super Sensing Superpower had previously told him that peeking at the Giantsand Spirit was not dangerous, hence his boldness to glance at it.

Little did he expect the Giantsand Spirit to have a bad temper, directly taking action to chase him away.

Yang Fan’s eyes flickered, secretly speculating, "With the Venerable appearing, the Demon Eye Evil Race relocating, could it be that a great disaster is about to befall the Black Sand Sea?"

For the Primordial Evil Race, a disaster in the Black Sand Sea would be catastrophic news.

But for the Civilization World, it’s not a big problem; at most, they could close the World Gate.

In a way, this is an advantage of the Civilization World.

Although resource acquisition becomes more difficult, they are less afraid of various natural disasters from the Primordial World.

Yang Fan moved his right hand, ripples spreading around him, and directly entered the World Gate.

Two seconds later.

He appeared in the World Gate hall.

At this moment.

Many greetings rang out.

"Hello, Mr. Ghost!"

"Mr. Ghost is back!"

Yang Fan gently nodded in acknowledgment.

He looked around and noticed a group of Iron Fist people on the right side of the hall, his gaze turning strange.

This was a group of mining engineers dispatched by the Iron Fist Race.

They mastered a Superpower called "Ore Cutting" that allowed them to effortlessly cut ore into various shapes, with an efficiency far surpassing the machinery of the Canglan civilization.

Yang Fan immediately teleported, appearing in front of one of the mining engineers.

The other party was startled and hurriedly performed a "clench fist and chest pound" salute: "Salbat greets Mr. Ghost."

Yang Fan got straight to the point: "Have any of your friends or family gone missing recently?"

Salbat was taken aback, speaking in a tone of surprise: "Yes, how did you know?"

Yang Fan didn’t answer, but solemnly said, "If I’m not mistaken, the Qingyang Demon Clan has already quietly infiltrated the Iron Fist civilization."

All the mining engineers were taken aback intensely.