The Opposite Shore of the Void

The golden desert was indeed vast and wide. Qin Mu and Luo Wushuang had been traveling for over 10 days and still hadn't reached the end of it.

Many strange things happened in the desert. During the night, the sky was dark and moonless, as the moon of the Great Void had been knocked out of the sky by the core of the Primordial Tree.

The sound of a woman's crying could be heard around them. At times, it sounded like she was near, while at other times, it was quite the opposite.

Luo Wushuang projected out his primordial spirit and transformed it into a gigantic god. It gave off boundless divine light as it moved around with his knife. This was why that sound didn't dare to come close.

"It should be the cries of a drifting lonely ghost."

Qin Mu had some doubts. He said, "Shouldn't it be transformed into a monster of the Great Void?"

There were also mournful roars and sweet melodious singing.