C86 Hundred Returns(1)

In the desert filled with flying sand, a majestic palace sat there, illusory and real.

Green bricks and blue tiles, golden pillars and jade pillars, large doors that were painted red like blood, and lifelike white jade reliefs. Everything was incompatible with the deathly silent desert.

After a long journey, Woo Zhengyang, Gongyang Qiusheng, and the others finally arrived in front of the palace