It had been half a day since the young cultivators of the Purplecloud clan entered the Purple Desert. Throughout history, inside that desert, it was rare to find anything other than a vast expanse of purple sand. Not even among the last generations of patriarchs were there reports of a mountain or anything like it.
About ten kilometers below the surface, inside a medium-sized mountain, a gigantic underground hall had been created. There was only one entrance connecting to the surface; a mortal would die there quickly due to a lack of air, but a cultivator could survive for days even within the sea.
