The landscape of Scorched Plains North Corner stretched out before them.
This was a world completely opposite to the pale expanse of the Sand Dune River.
Crimson earth extended to the horizon, as though the land itself were burning.
The rocks were charred black, with a dark red glow seeping through their cracks.
Heat waves warped the air, and even breathing carried the restless agitation of Fire Elements.
"So this is Scorched Plains North Corner?"
Mo Fan looked into the distance as a hot wind washed over him, carrying the stench of sulfur and ashes.
As a fire mage, he could clearly sense the Fire Elements in the air, so active they were nearly boiling. Even the stardust within him trembled faintly in response.
Zhao Manyan was already drenched in sweat.
"Can anyone even survive going into this damn place? I feel like I'm about to be roasted alive."
"The records state that the surface temperature of Scorched Plains North Corner remains between sixty and eighty degrees Celsius year-round. The central region may exceed one hundred degrees."
Ling Ling stared at the data on her tablet.
"However, this place is correspondingly rich in fire- and earth-element Spirit Seeds. High-quality Fire Spirit Seeds in particular sell extremely well outside."
Fu Ye raised his eyes toward the distance.
Five minutes later.
He got up and returned to the vehicle.
"We're not going in?"
Mo Fan asked in confusion.
"Do as you like, but it's best if you stay here and don't run around."
Although Fu Ye did not think much of Mo Fan, this Child of Destiny, he would not truly lead him into a dead end.
Fu Ye spread his hands, reclined his seat, closed his eyes, and began to rest.
Seeing this, Ling Ling climbed into the front passenger seat