Passing through this fiery treasure mirror.
Blazing waves of fire swept over, yet Qi Xiu, now transformed into a raging flame, felt no discomfort, but rather a warm and cozy sensation.
"This must be the true site of the Fire Spirit Saint Mother's Daoist field."
Ancient and towering stone pillars stood amidst the boundless sea of lava, giant chains engraved with countless script characters interlinked these pillars, seemingly suppressing something within the magma.
Counting carefully, the stone pillars in the lava sea numbered precisely three thousand.
And in the center of those stone pillars.
Stood an altar, on the altar table, three indistinct items lay.
With a movement, Qi Xiu passed through countless fiery pillars and arrived before the altar table, and the three items placed on the table entered his sight.
A golden-red spiritual pearl faintly enveloped by a lotus shadow.
A wooden talisman engraved with the pattern of a soaring fire dragon.
