Such celestial wonders are indeed elusive, visible only to those with great destiny.
However, this setback is far from enough to shake his rock-solid Dao heart.
Xu Ping's gaze remains sharp as ever, as he pilots the Escape Light, braving the sky full of thunder, continuing to explore deeper into the storm, his figure soon disappearing amidst the ravaging electric light.
Time flows by.
Another half-year passes in this sea of deathly sands.
On this day, deep within the Yellow Dragon Desert, a terrifying storm of unprecedented scale is brewing!
The atmosphere is suffused with an oppressive force that suffocates.
Gone is the sand sea's lament; it is deathly silent, as if even the wind is intimidated by the impending terror.
Suddenly——
Rumble——!!!
The firmament seems to be smashed to pieces by an invisible gigantic fist! Thunderclouds, tenfold or hundredfold fiercer than before, manifest out of thin air and instantly cover an area of several dozen miles!
