On the desolate, deathly silent Gobi, billowing smoke and dust suddenly rose at the edge of the sky.
As the smoke and dust drew closer and closer, a divine, snow-white Qilin came galloping through the air. Seated upright on its back was a handsome young Daoist in a plain-colored robe.
Zhao Sheng gazed into the distance. The earth rose and fell slowly, covered everywhere with stones and gravel of every size, without so much as a trace of green to be seen.
It was as if this continent had already died; the deeper inland they went, the harsher the surrounding environment became.
A moment later, the Jade Qilin had already run several hundred li.
"Fa?"
The Jade Qilin's body suddenly stalled, and then it dropped straight to the ground.
Then Stone Spirit lowered his head and carefully sniffed at the nearby ground.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng drifted lightly down to the ground, watching Stone Spirit's movements with curiosity.
After only four or five breaths, Stone Spirit seemed to discover something and suddenly began clawing madly at the ground, digging downward with all his might.
Before long, more than half his body had already plunged into the pit.
Suddenly, Stone Spirit let out an excited low growl, then swiftly backed out. In his mouth was, astonishingly, an irregular crystal the size of a human head.
Stone Spirit tipped his head back and was just about to swallow the crystal into his belly.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, a powerful force surged over and instantly snatched the crystal away, leaving him to swallow nothing but loneliness.
Zhao Sheng held the crystal in his hand and examined it carefully, paying no attention at all to the Jade Qilin's resentful gaze beside him.
When his eyes fell on the surface of the crystal, as his