At the same time,
in the lands of the West Desert.
Across the vast Gobi desert where yellow sands filled the sky, atop the Immortal Boat Fleet spanning over ten kilometers,
the Sect Hierarch of the Ten Directions Sect, who had just finished cultivation, suddenly looked astonished:
"An outsider has entered our sect's Inheritance Holy Land!"
"Not an Evil God Avatar, but rather a strong being from the Southern Desolate or other regions?"
"It seems Atuye and the others have failed."
The eyes of the Ten Directions Sect's Sect Hierarch flickered, as his Divine Sense passed through the fleet and looked towards an abandoned workshop beneath the sandswept sky.
It was a large workshop that, in its heyday, sold thousands of demonized slaves every day.
But now, the trade associations controlling that marketplace had crumbled.
And the marketplace... it was under a terrifying curse that turned any life entering it into yellow sand without them realizing.
