As Jiang Yuan closed the door of the grocery shop, a group of twenty exhausted young people were crawling on the lifeless black sands, praying devoutly, far away in the vast Great Black Mountain, tens of thousands of miles away.
"Oh, great God who created the world, please guide us in the direction forward and grant us the strength to walk. May your wisdom and power lead us through any challenges..."
They had been walking in this barren mountain for so long that all their food and water had run out. Even uttering a devout prayer had their parched lips cracking open, bleeding.
But no one stopped. Besides praying to their deity, they had no other means. Even if they were to face death next, they wished to purify their souls through prayer, and ascend to the realm where their God resided after death.
"Rustle, rustle!"
As they prayed devoutly, the black sands made a rustling sound.
