As Yuan Ming continued to weave through the air in flight, the blue-black forest gradually shed its colors, becoming ever greener and more lush, brimming with vitality.
Three days later, Yuan Ming finally flew beyond that vast forest and crossed a steep, perilous cliff. His view suddenly opened up, revealing an endless expanse of azure sea before him.
Without the slightest hesitation, he crossed the surging sea and continued onward.
As he drew ever closer to his destination, the light on the guiding gray talisman grew increasingly brilliant and dazzling.
Yuan Ming sped along without pause. Half a month later, he finally arrived at the heart of a boundless desert.
There lay a scorching sea of fire spanning a hundred miles in every direction, as though the most blazing flames between heaven and earth had gathered there.
He stood at the edge of the fiery sea. Beneath his feet stretched an endless black glazed shore, a strange sight formed when the sand had melted under extreme heat.
Before him, rolling flames churned like enraged colossal beasts roaring in fury.
Deep within the sea of fire, the flames surged skyward with majestic force. Flaming tornadoes rose into the heavens, reaching up to the sky and down to the earth, forming a grand and spectacular scene.
Yuan Ming lightly pinched the gray talisman between his fingertips. It was trembling without cease and radiating light in all directions, clearly having guided him to the destination of this journey.
The moment Yuan Ming put away the talisman, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was Kong.
"This is where the talisman points. Your luck is truly not bad. The origin fire spirit object is hidden in the depths of this sea of fire," Kong said in a calm, deep voice.
Yuan Ming frowned slightly