Blue sand dunes flickered radiantly, almost as if each individual grain of sand was a gemstone. The dunes stretched endlessly, like massive, solid, and silent waves.0

Within the silence, the intense heat caused everything to blur. The sand glittered like starlight, like countless timelines, converging into a dream. A dream like an illusion. As one gazed at it, it was a beautiful illusion.0

The boat was currently gliding toward the edge of the Desert of Time.0

Yunmen Qianfan sat next to Xu Qing peeling fruit for him as he read a book. Looking over at him, she said, “Senior, this is the Desert of Time. After we cross it, we’ll be at that ancient teleportation portal. And we can use that portal to get very close to Darkcloud City.”1

To her, this journey had been like the constantly fluctuating heat waves out on the desert. Her heart had trembled, and her mind felt like it was in a dream. Thinking back to what happened left her with an incomparably marvelous sensation. Sir Firedark had killed a seven-world Smoldering God by making him cry to death. He had slaughtered four elders in a few breaths of time. He had crushed a god with the wave of his hand.0

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