Third Yuan Prison, plains.
The sun hung half-dead at the horizon. There were no clouds at all. Though this world's oceans still remained, they had shrunk drastically. Half of the original waters had been poured into the Yuan Race's artificial spirit vein project, serving as the "blood" of the land, while the other half gradually evaporated away.
Only the deep valleys of the Yuan Race possessed ample water and fertile soil.
Because of the mass extinction of species, there were no longer any plant roots left upon the earth to hold the soil in place. Dust swirled everywhere.
On a surface lacking the differing thermal properties of sea and land, the planet's rotation drove winds that blew in almost the same direction. The wind was not particularly strong, but it never ceased throughout the year.
Coupled with the diminished material strength brought by the low-spirit environment, this planet's surface had been ground flat by the wind over a million years. Most solids on the surface had become tiny particles, finer than sand yet coarser than dust.
Like the ashes left after something had burned to nothing.
Upon this land of ashes, two people walked slowly. One of them carried a humanoid object on his back... no, it was a person. No, half a person.
More precisely, a person who had lost both legs and one arm.
Feng Yecai took another two steps before collapsing onto the ground. Dust billowed up, only to be swept away by the wind in an instant.
"Hey, take a break. This is about right. We just need to wait for the star shuttle."
Xue Bufan stopped walking but did not sit down. "Wait, don't sit. You'll get buried."
"Then let it bury me."
"What if the star shuttle can't see us? And it wouldn't be