The man with the Kou surname was standing next to Han Li, and he said in a relieved voice, "It's a good thing that Senior Liu noticed it very early. Otherwise, we would've been in grave peril."

 "What is this astral wind storm that you speak of, Fellow Daoist Kou?" Han Li asked as he raised an eyebrow.

 "The astral wind storm is a type of natural phenomenon that only arises in this desert, and it's a very rare occurrence, but once it does arise, it'll wreak havoc over the area in a radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers. 

“The only way to deal with this disaster is to hide deep underground and wait for the storm to pass before returning to the surface," the man with the Kou surname explained, and he was clearly extremely wary of this form of natural disaster.

 "I've crossed this desert no fewer than 100 times, and this is only the second time I've encountered this disaster. At the time, I witnessed a flying ark that was unable to make it underground in time being instantly pulverized into dust by the storm," Elder Qi said with a hint of lingering fear in his eyes.

 "Apparently, this desert was once a city, but for some reason, an astral wind storm suddenly swept over the city one day, instantly razing it to the ground, and...