In the Western Desert. Under the scorching sun. In the boundless desert.

This was supposed to be a world of death, but now it was full of vitality.

On the barren land, large and small golden pagodas were well-arranged, like chess pieces made of gold, scattered on the vast and boundless chessboard, the Western Desert.

Wild winds kicked up the yellow sand, causing a sandstorm to spring up. Within the sandstorm were countless pilgrims, who were ...