Lu Sheng hurriedly disembarked from the Heaven-Reaching Ship, parking it on a vacant lot beside the shelter.
Only then did Lu Sheng have the chance to observe the surroundings.
The shelter was very simple, built amid the endless desert.
The desert was filled with yellow sand, devoid of any life, only an endless deathly silence.
Apart from the occasional sound of the whistling yellow sand, there was no other sound.
But when a wisp of yellow sand fell on Lu Sheng's body, he could clearly feel a burning sensation on his skin.
Lu Sheng's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at the area where the stinging sensation arose, only to find that the skin there had turned black.
As if that area had been burned by flames.
"The yellow sand here..."
Lu Sheng squinted slightly, involuntarily looking at the nearby Guardian.
