The crimson golden sun scorched the entire land, causing layers of red-gold smoke to rise from the fiery red sand, instantly blanketing the whole desert in a hazy golden mist. Only the Oasis in the distance, like a Sacred Land, attracted all living beings.
At this moment, countless Spiritual Ships were approaching from all directions. These were not particularly high-quality Spiritual Ships. Some were Tier One, others Tier Two. Crude, monotonous, and slow would be the best ways to describe them. Others didn't even have Spiritual Ships. They simply rode Spirit Beasts unique to the desert, tightly wrapped in thick clothes as they braved the scorching sun. There were even Cultivators who, possessing neither Spiritual Ships nor Spirit Beasts, slowly made their way barefoot across the Desert Sea.
