Staring at the roiling black sand before him, Fang Qingyuan stroked Jinbao's round head. Beneath his cloak, he was lost in thought.
A month ago, following the pull of his Foundation Establishment Opportunity, Fang Qingyuan had traveled west. He never expected that after much meandering, he would end up here in Black Sand City.
It was a strange twist of fate. Fang Qingyuan had only visited the Sea of Death once or twice, yet it was there he faced the greatest crisis of the past twenty years. He had single-handedly killed two Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivators. While the process couldn't be called perilous, it had certainly been thrilling.
'And yet, how did my Foundation Establishment Opportunity end up in a place like this?'
