Journey to the West and the Mysterious Traveler
Carrying the cryptic symbol concerning the survival of the continent, Lin Yu forged ahead without hesitation toward the Far West. The road ahead resembled a dark corridor leading to an unknown abyss, where peril and challenge dogged his every step. Yet, for the well-being of billions of souls and to prevent the Dark Forces from plunging the continent into irreversible doom, his gaze remained resolute, his stride steady and unyielding.
As he moved farther and farther away from the bustling central city, the contour of the land subtly shifted before his eyes. The enchanting scenery of fertile thousands of miles and seas of emerald forests was gradually replaced by a vast and boundless, desolate desert. The scorching sun hung high like a blazing fireball, ruthlessly roasting the earth. The sandy expanse was baked into a brilliant gold, and the scorching grains of sand felt like countless tiny embers; with every step down, they seemed to pierce through the soles of his shoes and scorch the soles of his feet. The Gale swept past roaring like an enraged beast, churning up a sky full of dust and sand. The sand was as sharp as blades, stinging painfully against his face, and the world before him was shrouded in a murky yellow, making it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open.
Chapter 245