Re-entering the eternal night desert

In the eternal night desert.

Outside.

The thick darkness spread throughout the world, blocking vision and spiritual thoughts. Dense branches and leaves filled the air with water vapor. The sound of water dripping did not give off a sense of vitality, but instead gave off a strange clamor.

The murmurs were overwhelming, mixed with the rustling of snakes and insects. Occasionally, there was the fine gnawing sound of silkworms, dense and terrifying.

A spatial crack suddenly appeared in the vast yellow sand and the void.

A gray-robed figure stepped out of it. His robe was old and had no decorative patterns, but there was a colorful glazed Pagoda hanging at his waist. Under the hood, his face was dry and indifferent, as if nothing could stir his mood.

After walking out of the spatial crack, the figure looked at the vast darkness not far away. His appearance and attire began to change rapidly.