Puppeteer, an alien spirit

Outside the realm gate, there was an ancient grave hidden in the sand. It was shaped like a big box.

It was covered in colorful totems that were constantly emitting light. Sometimes it was as hot as the sun, and sometimes it was as dark as the night.

Bai Wushang was alone, walking through the billowing smoke.

He felt like he was in the middle of a vast ocean. The blood mist from both sides had eroded his leather clothes made of the hair of the divine beasts. The sense of danger was like a knife on his back, but it was still lingering on his skin.

"Ji ji ji!"

The little rabbit sneakily stuck its head out of the bamboo basket.

By relying on their bloodline concealment and other concealment treasures, the man and rabbit actually managed to bypass the three desert divine ants and get closer to the depths.

"It smells so good, I really want to take a bite."

"It can't be a radish, right? a thirty thousand year old radish? How delicious would that be?"