Wang Xiaoqiang was riding the Patterned Beast, flying into the depths of the Falling Thunder Desert at a very slow speed. The vast desert felt immensely desolate, making Wang Xiaoqiang feel extremely bored, so he sat cross-legged on the back of the Patterned Beast to rest, incidentally comprehending the True Meaning of Thunder.
Wang Xiaoqiang discovered that understanding the True Meaning of Thunder in such an abstract way was not as effective as being in close contact with lightning, but he didn't slack off and continued his comprehension…
It was unclear how much time passed,
Suddenly, the Patterned Beast stopped flying and let out a roar, intending to warn.
Wang Xiaoqiang opened his eyes and saw ahead, amidst the endless sand dunes, an enormous and ancient city standing in the desert. From the color and design of its architecture, the city was incredibly old, giving off a sense of ancient time.
