Scorching sun hangs high.
In the vast Desert Sea, an elderly sage in a green Taoist robe, with a lean face, strides barefoot forward step by step, leaving footprints in his wake.
If one observes closely, they will find that although the sage walks slowly, he is exceptionally steady.
How steady?
Steady to the point where the distance between each pair of footprints and the depth of each footprint does not vary by more than a fraction!
Moreover, as he walks all the way, not a drop of sweat is seen on his brow, nor is a single grain of sand found on his bare feet.
Hmm?
Suddenly, the green-robed old Taoist's face changes, coming to an abrupt stop.
Then, a flash of spiritual light on his hand reveals a bronze oil lamp, whose silver flame now flickers bright and radiant.
"The Soul Lamp is lit, seems like one of those Golden Core Stage cultivators from the Yellow Sand Sect has fallen, could the Blood Nether Demon no longer resist making a move?"
