Flame Master

These crisscrossing rivers of magma were not ordinary magma. Together, they formed an indescribably विशाल formation.

The total area of this formation was likely as vast as a hundred thousand zhang.

Even a Death Xuan Realm expert would certainly die if they fell into it. Even Reincarnation Realm experts like Ying Xuanzi and Tian Yuanzi would be left in an extremely sorry state within it.

Xiao Ming's gaze flickered. A thought then stirred in his heart as his eyes followed the intricate, interweaving rivers of magma. After a brief investigation, he finally discovered that the enormous magma rivers running through this Dark Space ultimately converged in one place.

At the point of convergence was a magma lake several thousand zhang wide. Crimson magma continuously bubbled within it, and its temperature was sufficient to instantly reduce a Life Xuan Realm expert to ash.

At the center of the lake, he saw something: a Stone Coffin.

The Stone Coffin was entirely crimson and floated silently atop the magma. It looked as though it had been cast from a single block of crimson crystal. It had no lid, so he could vaguely see that someone seemed to be lying inside.

By the light emitted by the magma, he could faintly make out a slender man. His features were handsome, and though his eyes were tightly shut, there was still a faint majesty between his brows. His long fiery-red hair resembled flames, blazing fiercely.

"Flame Master..."

Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man. This Flame Master seemed to like his nominal disciple—or rather, he liked the Ice Lord.

Splash.

The endless darkness seemed to tremble suddenly. The deep clanking of iron chains rang out, followed by violent quaking throughout the entire space.

Roar!

A piercing screech that seemed capable of