The Shackles of the Immortal Road

In the desolate wasteland, the sky is gray, the wind is howling, and the yellow sand is flying. This is the most barren place in the lower world. There is no lush elixir, no abundant spiritual energy, only endless wilderness and ferocious beasts hidden in the darkness. The prosperity of the past has long since turned into dust, and now only the ruins of the ancient city and a few surviving monks are left in the wilderness. Under this dead sky, a stream of light pierced the sky, like a dazzling lightning falling from the sky. The stream of light was like a blazing meteor, hitting the center of the wilderness.