At dusk, the sky was filled with crimson clouds.
Chen Feng's footsteps stopped on the sandy earth and he walked to a three-meter-high rock.
The rock was completely ochre-yellow, with numerous small dense pockmarks.
Those were marks left by the constant sanding by wind and sand over time.
They shouldn't be of concern.
However.
Lowering his gaze, Chen Feng saw an arrow mark on it.
It was the size of a palm, with a groove of one finger's width.
Unlike knife or tool marks, it seemed as if someone had pressed it with a finger, leaving it forcibly.
With a thought, Chen Feng raised his hand to touch it.
The scorching sun all day made the rock's surface feel slightly hot.
And inside there.
Crack!
The three-meter-high rock suddenly split open, a wisp of brown force exuded as if it had been hidden inside the rock all the while.
Chen Feng's eyes flickered, he raised his hand to grab.
The dissipating brown force was caught and gathered in his palm.
