After killing them, Jiang Qiao did not pay it any mind.
As if he had merely done something insignificant, he clapped his hands and continued digging a sand pit where he stood.
He had been interrupted halfway through digging earlier.
Now that no one was disturbing him, he continued digging downward.
He dug and dug in the vast desert. Before long, the vortex had been completely dug away, revealing the ruins of a city below.
According to the people from the City God Temple,
these were all cities from their old homeland.
It was just that times had changed. Along with the Small World's loss and drifting during the migration, these cities had gradually been abandoned.
Even Yan Yishu,
the City God Prefectural Lord and a top expert of this age,
could not explain the origins of the desert.
He only knew that, during their exile, the desertification had inexplicably begun here. Those modern cities had initially been inhabited, but they were soon abandoned because of the blowing sand and lack of energy.
In the end, they were swallowed by the desert.
According to his guess, the desert might have been a hidden calamity left behind by their old homeland. There might have been some strange and evil beings in the cities that had not been cleared out.
But it was only a guess—and a universal one at that.
After all, that was how the Supernatural Circle worked.
Whenever nothing could be decided, it had to be evil spirits causing trouble.
But was that really the case?
No one had gone to verify it.
So many years had passed.
The fact that the desert had not spread was already a blessing.
In the early years, some experts had wanted to explore the desert, but they had either returned empty-handed or