Yellow sand filled the sky of the West Domain. As far as the eye could see, the world was cloaked in a dull yellow that was so thick that even cultivators could barely see through it.0

The sand was swept up by howling winds that were impossible for ordinary people to push through. Each grain of sand could tear a person apart.0

This was why the ordinary humans lived within a fifty kilometer radius of the cities in the West Domain. Outside of that, the region was a dead zone.2

Cultivators occasionally flitted by, sometimes plunging beneath the sands, and at other times leaping into the sky. The yellow sands seemed to stretch on without end. Strange astral beasts galloped over dunes, dropping off groups of cultivators before speeding away again.0

The West Domain used completely different beasts as mounts than the East Domain. The beasts of the West Domain had thicker hides and were far more resilient to hunger and thirst.1

In a distant part of the West Domain, there was a mountain range where the skyswings could be accessed. The hanging mountain slowly came to a stop. It was the skyswings that swung from the East Domain, through the South Domain, before stopping in the West Domain. Most of the mountain’s passengers had disembarked throughout the South Domain, while only a small fraction had continued on to the West Domain.0

Given the West Domain’s harsh environment, the South Domain was a far more desirable destination.0

The mountain settled down...0