From high up in the sky, looking down, the wind wall formed by the yellow gale transformed into a rolling yellow curtain, enveloping the entire desert within.
Xiao Ming sat cross-legged in the distance, his eyes slowly closing, his hands forming a hand seal without letting go, and began to silently urge the scroll before him.
Inside the golden tower, the scene in the light screen also transformed into a yellow hazy sandstorm, obscuring any view of the desert.
A woman draped in a robe of five-colored bright light furrowed her brow upon seeing this scene and finally spoke:
