I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1248: Fellow Sufferers in This World

A week had vanished in an instant.

Deep within the heart of the boundless desert, nothing existed except for an unending sea of yellow sand, devoid of even a hint of greenery. Occasionally, fierce gusts of wind would howl across the dunes, unearthing the decaying remains of buried skeletons that tainted the air with the scent of death.

A massive sand dune, stretching across thousands of miles, rose up like a colossal curtain that obscured the entire horizon.

At the base of this mountain of sand, a crowd of people labored with various tools to extract ore. Some strained against the weight of heavy carts, while others rhythmically swung long shovels. These individuals were once celebrated supreme cultivators from across the realms; now, they were reduced to grime-covered laborers. With their cultivation sealed away, they were forced to toil with the strength of ordinary mortals.

Even the enforcement captain, his ankles bound by heavy shackles, was pushing a cart toward the mountain’s foot.

As he observed Lin Ruowei—her complexion pale and her lips parched and cracked—the captain felt a surge of sympathy. Only seven days of grueling labor under the restriction of her cultivation had been enough to strip this peerless beauty of her former splendor.

Unable to witness her suffering any longer, he approached her and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Miss Lin."

"The sentries are not patrolling this area at the moment. You should take this chance to rest."

Lin Ruowei looked up at his suggestion, a brief flash of appreciation appearing in her eyes before it quickly faded away.

"I thank you, Fellow Daoist Cheng."

"However, those sentries possess profound cultivation levels. Even if they are not in our immediate vicinity, they might still perceive our actions. If I were to rest alone and bring punishment upon everyone, how could I live with myself?"

"In our current state, we have no choice but to endure this together and hold on…"

Upon hearing those words, her maidservant clenched her teeth and continued her difficult task of hauling ore.

Though her mistress spoke softly, her words were filled with an incredible depth of determination and foresight. The servant’s devotion was absolute—this master and servant pair was truly exceptional.

Captain Cheng Yuxun nodded with respect, letting out a silent sigh of regret.

It was a cruel twist of destiny for such a genius to be reduced to this miserable state.

Who could have guessed that the fabled Land of Fallen Gods would be such a dark, hellish nightmare?

As he continued to toss ore into his cart, a sudden disturbance broke out nearby.

A man who was once a dashing and heroic figure suddenly collapsed into a fit of hysterical weeping and laughter!

"Curse it all! Hahaha…!"

"The Land of Fallen Gods!"

"What a pathetic lie about reaching the peak of the Great Dao! I have been completely deceived!!!"

It didn't take long for the nearby sentries to be alerted; they arrived swiftly and dragged the screaming man away into the void.

Watching this unfold from a distance, many of the laborers couldn't help but sigh in despair.

They shared the same plight—hearts filled with bitterness and a sense of powerlessness, feeling betrayed by the legends of the world, now ensnared in this wretched fate!

Had they known the reality, not even the most foolish person would have set foot here!

"Tch…!"

"Curse this place…"

Amidst the quiet curses and sighs, the rhythmic sounds of forced labor resumed.

Once the man had been hauled away and the sentries dispersed, the attention of the crowd drifted back to their work. Yet, Lin Ruowei never once looked up, her internal calm remaining eerily undisturbed.

Even among the women present, she was clearly the one with the most steadfast spirit.

Noticing her remarkable composure, Captain Cheng’s eyes glimmered with a sudden realization.

Taking advantage of the movement of the ore, he moved closer to her and whispered once more.

"Miss Lin…"

"To be completely honest, although this is my first time in the Land of Fallen Gods, one of my ancestors was once a resident here. Because of that, I know a few things—the reality here is nothing like the ridiculous 'opportunity' that was promised to us."

At those words, Lin Ruowei’s slender frame gave a slight, barely noticeable tremor.

She then replied in a quiet voice,

"I am aware."

"One of my ancestors also spent a long period of time living in this place."

The moment she spoke, Cheng Yuxun went rigid. Even though he was holding a massive piece of ore, it suddenly felt as light as a feather in his hands.

An overwhelming shock rippled through his soul.

It made sense now.

It was no wonder this young lady remained so collected, possessing a maturity far beyond her years—she had her own hidden background and was already privy to the truth!

Cheng Yuxun felt his spirits lift. Finding someone who understood the situation in this desperate place was more comforting than anything else. A spark of hope ignited within him.

As he lifted the ore, he felt a new surge of energy.

He leaned in closer, whispering with newfound passion,

"Since you already know the truth, that is perfect!"

"Being imprisoned here isn't a death sentence, nor is it our final destination! If we can somehow contact our ancestors and explain our situation, we will definitely be rescued!"

"Once we are out, reaching the summit of the Great Dao will no longer be a mere dream!"

The more he spoke, the more his excitement grew, as if strength were flowing back into his weary limbs.

However, Lin Ruowei remained silent, her focus entirely on the ore she was moving.

By the time the cart was half-clogged with stone, he could no longer restrain his curiosity.

"Miss Lin, please, say something!"

In such a hopeless environment, keeping one's spirit alive was an achievement in itself. The captain was only human, after all—his patience was wearing thin, and his usual air of authority and calm had long since evaporated.

But Lin Ruowei only seemed to grow more tranquil.

As she settled another heavy stone into place, she stole a discreet glance upward.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, your words are logical. But have you considered the most important part—how exactly do we send a message out?"

That single question hit Cheng Yuxun like a bolt of lightning!

With their cultivation sealed, they were no different from common mortals. The idea of escaping or sending a transmission was nothing more than a fantasy.

Sentries were stationed everywhere—not even a bird could fly past their gaze. Stepping even an inch outside the designated work zone meant certain death or being maimed.

How on earth were they supposed to communicate with the outside world?!

Damn it all…

There truly was no path to survival!

Just as Cheng Yuxun stood there, paralyzed by the realization, a distant silhouette appeared to be gliding across the horizon.