Jade Gate Pass.
Caravans and travelers streamed in and out of the pass. For some reason, the weather in the direction of Dragon Gate Desert had been poor these past few days. Sandstorms filled the air, turning everything a dim yellow. The strange weather forced many people to abandon their risky ventures.
Yet one party charged past Jade Gate Pass without hesitation and flew into the sandstorm...
At the front of the party, an old man held a jade jar. Inside was a beetle that constantly pointed in a certain direction. Black Tribe experts dressed in Jiuli Attire flew at high speed, staring apprehensively at the boundless sandstorm.
Jiuli's climate was hot and humid, with abundant rainfall. They had seen torrential rain and drizzling rain, but never a sandstorm.
Flying sand blotted out the sky and stones hurtled through the air, the wind howling and whimpering. The Black Tribe experts, who had once looked down on the desert, wore ugly expressions. Before such heavenly might, an individual's strength was incomparably insignificant.
They flew upward to roughly the height of the clouds, where the sky was azure and the sunlight dazzling. Below them, the dim yellow sandstorm rose and fell like rolling ocean waves.
If they flew too high, the Gu Worms would automatically enter dormancy. Left with no choice, they could only fly close along the edge of the sandstorm.
The storm billowed upward in towering waves. The party plunged into the dust, then emerged from the other side carrying a light coating of sand. It was as though they had entered a deep pit within the sandstorm, surrounded by rolling Yellow Sand, with only a patch of blue sky above like the mouth of a well. They plunged into the surging storm again, the gale howling like ghosts weeping.