Chapter 4 Visiting the Western Desert Again

In the Western Desert. Under the scorching sun. In the boundless desert.

This was supposed to be a world of death, but now it was full of vitality.

On the barren land, large and small golden pagodas were well-arranged, like chess pieces made of gold, scattered on the vast and boundless chessboard, the Western Desert.

Wild winds kicked up the yellow sand, causing a sandstorm to spring up. Within the sandstorm were countless pilgrims, who were walking haltingly.

They were wrapped in white cloth, and their heads and faces were tightly wrapped. In the sandstorm, they walk, knelt, and prostrated in an extremely pious manner.

Among the tens of thousands of devout believers kowtowing, a figure in a cyan shirt was particularly prominent.

The man was tall and straight, and his every move showed the demeanor of a supreme power master. Compared with the others, he exuded another kind of aura, which made people