Endless yellow sand followed by more yellow sand, the unbearable journey finally reached its endpoint.
Tian Chang immediately spotted the oasis.
Lush grass swayed provocatively, wrapping around a pool of water clear as a mirror, dancing with the wind.
There were no trees within sight, yet the grass reached knee height.
It was bright and clear, unlike the sandy desert; it seemed more like a watery land—if one could ignore the surrounding yellow sand.
The pool of water formed a circle, mirroring the sky like a reflective surface.
Outside the pool, the grass bent into a complete ring, enclosing the water in the middle.
And beyond the lush grass, there was a ring of slowly flowing quicksand, revolving around the pool.
Outside this ring of quicksand, there was another ring, also encircling the pool, but rotating in the opposite direction.
These alternating and interweaving rings of quicksand totaled nine in number.
Each ring of quicksand was around three zhang in width.
