"Look over there!"
Inside and outside the traveling palace, elite armored soldiers and those preparing the ceremony all raised their heads, looking toward the sky.
"Yellow sand filling the heavens, covering the clouds and blotting out the sun—this is...?"
Someone's heart-banner swayed, shaken beyond words, feeling as if a natural celestial phenomenon had appeared before their eyes.
That kind of scene was truly impossible to describe with brush and ink. To witness it firsthand left the mind and spirit beyond words.
"Baosha the Rogue! It's Baosha the Rogue!"
Someone cried out in alarm, recognizing this signature entrance.
"Baosha the Rogue? Didn't he leave? How could he have appeared here?" Someone beheld the yellow sand filling the heavens like a natural celestial phenomenon, his mind and spirit trembling, his words somewhat incoherent.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The yellow sand filling the heavens descended from the horizon like a dust storm, coiling and lingering around the four sides of the palace towers.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yellow sand and gravel kept colliding and scraping past, giving off countless fine, splintered sounds that together played a flourishing song of the Western Wilderness Artistic Conception.
The yellow sand filling the heavens, beneath waves of boiling sound, announced the forceful arrival of a Great Cultivator in the prime of his life.
"The great cultivator of the Western Wilderness, Baosha the Rogue."
Outside the traveling palace, Elder Yan's hands and feet were shackled. As he gazed at the yellow sand that covered the sky and blotted out the sun, two indescribable rays of light burst from beneath his aged eyes.
"Princess Shulan... this old man has not failed his mission! At Dongqing's side, sinking and floating for two hundred years, I have finally done my meager part."
From the moment he had appeared in the Dongqing Faction, he