Time moved languidly.
In the blink of an eye, sixty years had passed.
Deep in the Endless Desert of the Extreme West, there sat an ancient and eerie mysterious ruin.
"This is the place,"
"According to Master Zhang's description, this should be the location of the Primitive Demon Gate Ruins from years ago."
"Hurry and notify Master Zhang."
Dozens of martial artists who had explored this far all felt a surge of excitement.
The burly leader quickly gave the order and then stood guard in front of the ruins.
"It is said that this ruin shifts its location in concert with the earth's ley lines, relocating periodically which is why it remained undiscovered for such a long time,"
added a slightly darker-skinned man next to the burly leader in a low voice.
Half a day later,
there appeared, in front of the ruins and of unknown arrival, a young man clad in a Daoist robe.
"Master Zhang,"
said the burly leader, immediately walking over and respectfully speaking.
