201, 202. Ends of the Earth, Visualization of the White Tower, Breaking into the Earthly Steps (Subscription Request)_3

Ghost pits were everywhere, and ghost springs surged...

In the carriage, the laughter had ceased. Ting was tightly wrapped in his cotton coat, sleeping little and waking often; Mo had cried herself hoarse earlier, and now fell silent, her thoughts unknown.

Ying and Ding Yuan seemed to be doing fine.

Ling appeared to have come to terms with the situation, silently gazing at the endless desert outside without speaking.

The undulating desert displayed a ghastly white, like bone debris in the chilly Ghost Domain. The sand, whipped up by the cold wind, danced in the sky, as the howling wind played a requiem.

Ghost Servants were everywhere, their density reaching a terrifying extent.

If it weren't for Song Cheng constantly sustaining a strong "Yang Qi zone," they would have hardly been able to move an inch.