In the vast desert, a solitary wisp of smoke rises straight, and the setting sun on the long river forms a perfect circle.
In the boundless desert, the vastness and height, the grandeur and depth, create a sense of tranquility and solemnity. As the red sun sets in the west, the horizon turns a deep red, evoking a sense of grandeur and desolation.
The ancient smoke signals have long since faded into the annals of time, and although the ancient Yellow River has undergone many changes, it still flows.
Chu Feng was traveling alone, feeling very tired. He lay on the sand, gazing at the blood-red sunset, wondering how much longer it would take to leave this vast desert.
A few days ago, he had graduated and said goodbye to the goddess of his campus. Perhaps he would never see her again, as he had been gently informed that they would be far apart and should part ways.
After leaving the academy, he set out on a journey.
The sunset was very red, hanging at the edge of the desert, creating a serene and beautiful scene in the vast emptiness.
Chu Feng sat up and drank some water, feeling his energy gradually return. His body was lean and strong, with excellent physical condition, and his fatigue began to fade.
Standing up and looking into the distance, he felt that he was about to leave the desert. After walking a bit further, he might see the tents of the nomads, and he decided to continue on.
Traveling westward, he left a long trail of footprints in the desert.
Silently, a mist began to rise, which was very rare in the desert.
Chu Feng was surprised, and the mist was actually blue, giving a chill in the late autumn season.
Unconsciously, the mist grew thicker, the blue haze enveloping the desert in a hazy, mysterious veil.
At the edge of the desert, the setting sun seemed eerie, gradually turning into a blue orb with a magical beauty, and the red clouds were also dyed blue.
Chu Feng frowned, knowing that the weather in the desert was the most unpredictable, but the current situation was not normal.
Silence reigned, and he stopped in his tracks.
Before entering the desert, he had heard from the local old herders that when walking alone in the desert, one might hear strange sounds and see peculiar things, and should be extra cautious.
At the time, he had not taken it seriously.
Still silent, the desert was enveloped in a hazy blue mist, but no other incidents occurred. Chu Feng quickened his pace, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
At the edge of the desert, the blue sunset was eerily beautiful, dyeing the western sky blue, but it was about to disappear on the horizon.
Chu Feng's pace quickened, and he began to run, not wanting to stay in this strange and uncertain place.
In the desert, mirages usually occur under the scorching sun, but the current conditions did not match, and this did not seem to be a mirage.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from ahead, as if something was breaking through the sand, and the sound was dense and continuous.
Chu Feng suddenly stopped, staring at the desert. The ground ahead was dotted with blue light, like scattered blue diamonds, sparkling and translucent in the sunset.
Those were young sprouts, less than an inch tall, breaking through the sand, with a beautiful luster, translucent and eerie, covering the ground.
After a brief pause, a rustling sound spread, and the blue light intensified as all the sprouts grew rapidly, sprouting in an instant.
On the horizon, the blue sun sank, about to disappear, and the mist spread, enveloping the vast desert in a mysterious blue veil.
The sound of flowers blooming echoed, and the desert turned a deep blue. As the sunset was about to disappear, these plants began to bloom in large patches.
A vast expanse of blue flowers, sparkling and dreamlike, was intoxicating, covering the desert in an unreal scene.
These plants were over a foot tall, as translucent as blue coral, with petals that were alluring and enchanting, as if blooming in another realm, with a magical allure that captivated the mind.
Chu Feng took a step back, but the area behind him was also covered with these plants, the blue light flowing endlessly.
He was very surprised, examining them closely, trying to identify them. They resembled the flowers of the other shore, with petals that spread out and curved backward, extremely beautiful.
However, the flowers of the other shore were bright red, while these were blue, and he had never heard of blue flowers of the other shore.
The flowers of the other shore truly exist, with a strong religious aura, and many legends surround them, but Chu Feng did not believe in these, only being amazed by the scene before him.
The desert is dry and lacks water, with only a few drought-resistant plants occasionally visible, scattered sparsely. The flowers of the other shore prefer dark, damp environments and should not appear here, yet they were so alluring.
They covered the ground, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The vast desert was shrouded in a blue mist, the setting sun dyed blue, and the entire boundless desert was covered with blue flowers of the other shore, creating an indescribable sense of strangeness and mystery!
A faint fragrance wafted, intoxicating.
Chu Feng shook his head forcefully, carefully stepping to avoid the flowers. He discovered that only one area was free of these plants—the ancient Yellow River.
Through many changes over the years, it had changed course several times, now almost dry, with blue flowers of the other shore blooming on both banks, surrounding it.
The flowers bloomed on both banks, visible from afar.
Finally, the sun sank, and at that moment, these plants bloomed to their fullest, forming a sea of blue, shimmering with light.
Although dusk had fallen, the blue glow still lingered, incredibly dazzling and unusually beautiful.
Chu Feng stood on the ancient Yellow River, his heart unable to calm, but he did not stop, quickly moving along the river.
As the sky grew darker, the last rays of the sunset disappeared.
The vast desert was dotted with blue light, and then suddenly, with a loud pop, all the blue flowers of the other shore bloomed and withered in an instant.
The alluring petals withered, and the entire plants dried up, losing their color and vitality, quickly turning yellow and shattering, as if they had aged decades in a moment.
In the final moment, the withered blue flowers shattered into powder.
This strange phenomenon was hard to explain.
They were like fireworks, briefly brilliant and beautiful to the extreme, then withered and turned to ashes.
The yellow powder fell on the sand, hard to distinguish in the dusk, and the blue mist had already disappeared, the desert returning to its original state, as if nothing had happened, once again tranquil.
Chu Feng did not stop, walking briskly. In the dusk, he climbed over many sand dunes and finally saw the shadows of mountains on the horizon, about to leave the desert.
As the sky grew darker, he finally emerged, clearly seeing the mountains and faintly the tents of the nomads at the foot of the mountains.
Looking back, the vast desert was silent, no different from usual.
In front of the mountains, the lights flickered, and even from a distance, he could hear the noise, indicating that something was happening.
Additionally, there were the panicked calls of cattle and sheep, and the deep growls of Tibetan mastiffs.
Was something unusual happening? Chu Feng quickened his pace, reaching the foot of the mountains and approaching the nomads' settlement.