In the endless yellow sands, there was nothing but the howling gales lifting clouds of sand into the air. Under the scorching sun, the distant void also became distorted.
Beimo has always been like this and, if nothing unexpected happens, it will remain as such.
However, today, a violent vibration spread from a distant place, and even at the edge of Beimo, the sensation was only slightly diminished.
A sand demon rat, merely of the Third Realm, was shaken out of the ground, looking around bewilderedly, not knowing why it suddenly took off while it was sleeping soundly underground.
But as a demon beast, although its strength may be average, its sense of danger far exceeds that of ordinary Cultivators. The moment it realized the danger, it squeaked and instantly burrowed back into the sand to escape.
It couldn't sense where the danger was, but its instincts told it that staying here meant courting death.
