Chapter 631

In the Drifting Sand Rift, thousands of miles of yellow sand stretched endlessly, miasma swirled like giant pythons, and fierce gales whipped up sand grains that howled like ten thousand crying ghosts. A massive crustal fissure resembling a deep, pitch-black scar on the earth stretched downward into the forgotten, dark realm known as the Bone Earth Hall. The descent was made via sparse, precarious temporary pathways built from giant, weathered beast bones. Under the cover of the howling sandstorm, a trade caravan consisting of five sand camels advanced with extreme difficulty. Their humps were laden with cold jade raw ore that emitted a faint, biting chill. The merchant leading them—Sha Jiu, who was actually Wan Qing in disguise—had a dark, rugged complexion and hands covered in calluses, perfectly playing the part of a cold jade merchant who had spent years braving the Drifting Sand Rift.