Huangquan Sha Hai.
This desert seemed forged by the Supreme Ruler of the Netherworld. It was shrouded in an eternal, pervasive, thick fog that emitted a gloomy and cold aura.
The mist was not condensed from ordinary water vapor. Instead, it was comprised of wailing souls and sorrowful memories. It silently devoured everything around it, rendering all blurred and mysterious.
The sand beneath their feet was not made of ordinary grains. It possessed a ghastly, bone-pale color, as if formed from the ashes of countless beings who had once lived, ground into bone dust by eons of agony.
They twinkled with a faint, cold light.
Each step stirred a series of mournful cries, as if the departed souls were narrating their tales of discontent.
In this vast desert, deathly silence and despair intertwined. Each grain of sand whispered secrets of death. The air was thick with an extreme, oppressive suffocation, as if even time itself had been frozen by the netherworld's indifference.
