In a desolate desert like this, nothing is more surprising than an oasis.
At this moment, right in front of Xiao Mo is such an oasis, a crescent-shaped emerald pond. The clear spring water glistens under the moonlight, surrounded by clusters of aquatic plants blooming with white flowers. At the end of the Crescent Spring lies a circular ancient ruin, with a sacrificial altar made of large square stone blocks. To the left and right of the altar are eight massive columns, rising majestically in the dim night, as if they had grown from the ground, reaching towards the clouds.
Xiao Mo was stunned by the scene before her, not expecting to find human civilization in this treacherous desert. She couldn't help but step closer to the altar.
