4 a.m.
In a desert millions of miles from Huaxia, a whirlwind of sandstorms rages.
The heat feels like a volcano, and at night, it's impossible to see clearly.
Scorpions the size of shoes crawl chaotically on the ground, hissing, along with lizards, snakes, and other venomous creatures.
Suddenly, these little creatures stop, as if time has frozen.
In an instant, their skin withers, their flesh and blood evaporate, leaving only a lifeless shell, dead beyond dead.
Reddish wisps of energy drift from the corpses, flowing into the center of the sandstorm, where a group of people can faintly be seen.
As this group emerges from the sandstorm, leading them are three mummies!
Behind the mummies are many people from the Pharaoh Country, each holding shovels and hoes, as if here to colonize and expand their territory.
Eight people from the Pharaoh Country carry a bed, where the Pharaoh is leisurely lying, with two maidservants kneeling beside him, fanning him.
