There was a desolated plain in the North of Spirit Treasure Sect. This was a cold, dry area, without a single blade of grass. The ground there had many open cracks.
This plain had countless burrows, like stars in the sky, which tunneled to the deep place underground.
Gloomy, cold wind blew vaguely, chilling the bones. It could even intrude warriors’ Sea of Consciousness, which could make people felt its eccentric features from deep inside the soul.
Burrows with different sizes looked like quiet but open mouths of demonic beasts. They were pitch-black, and one couldn't see the mysteries inside. They looked quite dangerous.
No one knows how those burrows were formed. They’d existed since this plain was discovered more than ten thousand years ago.
This place was quite strange. There was no rain; even if one stayed there for dozens of year, he would never see a drop of rain.
