Chapter 1160 Shi Xiaole's Ambition_1

In the depths of the vast desert.

There stood a massive mountain made of yellow sand, spanning thousands of kilometers in length and tens of thousands of meters in height. Whenever the surface dust was blown away, new dust would replenish it immediately; not a speck more, not a speck less, maintaining a mysterious equilibrium.

At the peak of the sand-sculpted mountain.

Several figures were sitting cross-legged at considerable distances from each other. Above their center floated a profound sphere with a diameter of three feet, from which strands of essence were currently streaming toward these figures.

"Right Vice Hall Master, why have you come?"

At a certain moment, the long-faced man sitting on the north side suddenly opened his eyes and swept a cold gaze that immediately sent a chill down the spine of the burly old man at the foot of the sand mountain, almost rendering him speechless.