This was a red-yellow desert. The wind howled all day long, filling the sky with yellow sand. The whistling of the wind seemed to carry a hint of a chill.
In such a desolate place, one could not even see a human figure.
All that could be perceived was the endless whistling wind.
There were no trees here, and the harsh environment made it difficult for the plants to survive.
Only the yellowish weeds could survive in this desolate land.
Under their short leaves was an unimaginably developed root system, meters of long roots cutting deep into the ground in search of precious underground water.
The desert herders called them hallelujahs, meaning divine.
These hardy plants were the most common plants in the land.
A strong wind blew across a patch of pale yellow wild grass in the desert, and the wild grass bent down.
It looked vague, but a pitch-black figure was revealed in the grass.
