God's oracle, God Kunlun cruelly strangled the snow mountain's throat again, and the next second, the slim leap of the Yarkand River stopped abruptly. Taklimakan, a lonely corner on the western edge, the long and restless yellow sand is dormant, waiting for the most gorgeous and bloodthirsty overturn every time.
There is a tribe here that has been forgotten by the world for countless reincarnations.
Conception: