Speaking of Jiang Fan.
He didn't know how deep he had descended following the staircase.
It seemed to be deeper than the height of a mountain.
Yet he still hadn't reached the bottom.
Suddenly.
The narrow passage gradually widened.
Soon, he reached the very bottom.
A red glow accompanied by rolling heat waves came rushing in.
With a fixed gaze.
It was rolling lava.
It flowed calmly, releasing astonishing heat waves.
In the center of the magma pool, there was a circular black boulder.
Most of it was submerged in the magma.
At first glance, it looked like an egg.
But it was enormous, extending hundreds of feet.
On the boulder, there was an ancient and dilapidated small temple.
The temple was very small.
Like a roadside shrine.
One would have to crouch to get inside.
Strangely enough.
The rolling heat waves couldn't suppress the Yin Qi drifting out of the temple.
What made Jiang Fan shudder was.
That outside the temple, against the wall, there was a corpse sitting.
