The Western Territory was blanketed in yellow sand. As far as the eye could see, heaven and earth were dark yellow, and even cultivators could barely make anything out.
The gale swept up the sand. Ordinary people could not venture deep into it, because any single grain might tear them to shreds.
That was why ordinary people generally lived within a hundred miles of a city. Beyond that lay the Absolute Land.
Cultivators occasionally streaked past, sometimes plunging beneath the sand, sometimes leaping into the air. The yellow sands stretched on without end. Strange giant beasts came racing over them, dropped off a group of cultivators, and quickly departed.
The mounts of the Western Territory were entirely different from those of the Eastern Region. They had thicker coats and could better endure hunger and thirst.
In the distance, a mountain range hauling a Sky Rope slowly came to a stop. It was the Sky Rope mountain range that had detoured from the Eastern Region through the Southern Territory. Its destination was the Western Territory, though more than half the passengers had disembarked in the Southern Territory, and only a small portion had continued on to the west.
Compared with the harsh environment of the Western Territory, the Southern Territory was naturally more popular.
The mountain range settled not far from a Tomorrow Beast, which was still asleep.
One cultivator after another descended from the mountain range. All around them, many cultivators waited for people. As soon as they picked up the person they had come for, they quickly left without delay.
Several dozen cultivators stood in the distance, watching the mountain range. They had been waiting there for days, but still hadn't found the person they were looking for.
"My lord, he isn't here," someone reported, appearing from the void.