And among the stretching sand dunes hundreds of miles away from their resting place, a golden rosette is suspended above the yellow sand.

There are golden talismans suspended around the rosette, flowing layer by layer, like a defensive magic circle.

On the lotus seat, sat cross-legged a young man in a golden robe. He closed his eyes, but everything around him could not escape his control.

At this moment, a cloud of red smoke emerged from the void, and a flying bird flew out of the red smoke.

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