Two months passed swiftly like a white horse galloping by.
In the vast endless desert, the furious wind roared in, its howling akin to the roar of raging beasts, wildly unleashing its power.
The pervasive yellow sand danced in the wind, as if the entire world was under the control of this chaotic and unordered force, revealing a scene of hazy confusion.
Amidst this haze, a figure sat quietly on a sand dune.
The sand blown by the wind struck his body continuously, yet it could not shake him even slightly; he was like a towering mountain, firmly rooted in the chaos, completely unaffected.
A quarter of an hour later, a light appeared on the distant horizon.
This light carried an overwhelming spiritual pressure that was suffocating and rushed in like a surging tide.
The spiritual pressure was like tangible waves, spreading out in waves, causing the air to emit a humming echo.
In just a short while, this light appeared like lightning before Xu Ping.
