This was a desolate world.
The sky was silver-gray, seemingly forever shrouded in a faint mist, with the fierce winds constantly howling, emitting a wailing sound.
On the ground, there was a scene of desolate desert, covered densely with weapons.
Knives, swords, spears, and so on... They were tilted and embedded in the sand, forming an endless sea of weapons.
*Almost every weapon that had ever appeared in the secular world, in the entire universe, could be found here.*
The dust was swirling in the wind, as if a storm was about to gather.
*Faintly, one could hear the clashing sound of metal, produced by the countless blades and swords inserted in the ground.*
*And every time this happened, figures with bare feet and clad in sackcloth like ascetics could be seen in the desert.*
*They were scattered throughout the desert, varying in height and from diverse races.*
