Bi Fang rode the camel at a gallop through the desert, kicking up a storm of sand.
The Pyramids shrank behind him, eventually vanishing over the horizon.
Delayed by the mummy for two days, Bi Fang hadn't forgotten the real task at hand; the system prompt for completing the crossing of the Sahara had yet to appear.
The scenery gradually changed all around, from sand dunes to sandy plains, then to grasslands, where colors grew increasingly vivid and bright, as if distancing from the irritable world of endless yellow sand.
Finally, the ever-filming drone in the sky captured a river flowing above the earth.
Clumps of plants, resembling reeds, grew on one side of the riverbank, swaying in the wind, lush and vibrant.
Summer, though scorching, was also a season brimming with vitality.
Arching over a hill, Bi Fang gained a bird's eye view of the profound and vast river from the summit—the longest river in the world.
