Ever since he had eaten the white elephant, Zhou Feng had been walking in this desert.
It was clearly the legendary gathering place of all spirits, but an endless stretch of desert surrounded it.
This was somewhat different from the information he had received.
The rolling yellow sand was also filled with a Buddhist light and power of will, wanting to assimilate him bit by bit.
Moreover, the anticipated revenge did not come.
Back then, Bai Xiang had shouted that he could not escape. This was the Supreme Buddhist Kingdom.
However, more than 10 days had passed, and Zhou Feng did not even see a single living creature.
It was just that the surrounding environment was becoming worse and worse. The desert, the scorching sun, the humidity, and other factors were constantly destroying his will.
