Aside from this, there were clusters of white clouds floating in the sky.
Upon those clouds stood grand and glorious temples, resplendent in gold and jade.
These temples showed no sign of any person entering or leaving, yet from within came the faint sound of mighty chanting, immersing the entire sky in a sacred and solemn atmosphere that left one astonished.
But Xue An's focus was not on these temples; instead, he was drawn to the distant horizon.
Right at the junction between heaven and earth, a massive iron pillar stood erect, piercing the sky.
This iron pillar seemed like a sky-reaching column emerging from the earth, standing alone in the desert.
Even from such a distance, the golden scriptures densely carved on the pillar were visible.
The entire world was terrifyingly quiet, allowing one to hear the delicate sound of wind moving sand.
Xue An's expression gradually grew solemn.
