Dark-colored stones littered the Gobi Desert as far as the eyes could see, with the occasional yellow sand peeking out. However, they were all stained with a bloody-yellow layer of liquid as if strange raindrops had fallen on them. The deathly stillness seemed to have intensified.
Dressed in a yellow frock, Kong Wen had a red cassock draped over his shoulders. He carried a cane with nine tin rings in his right hand, and three spotlessly white bones entwined with pitch black aura in his left. The bones included a hand and ribs, radiating contradictory feelings of depravity and aloofness.
"What a pleasant surprise." His drooping white brows swayed gently as he stared into the distance calmly. He seemed to be muttering to himself and the void.
With him in the center, it was strewn with shattered bones adorned with ripped shadows of flesh and blood. It was as if a starved monster had just swept past this place.
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