The folds of space suddenly unfurled, and the weightless sensation of being stripped away from heaven and earth vanished in an instant.
Qin He landed firmly on hard volcanic rock. Beneath his feet, it was rough and scorching; blistering heat slowly seeped through his shoes into his flesh, carrying the parched heat that had settled in the depths of the earth for countless ages.
This was the summit of an active volcanic cliff, standing alone above the vast sea.
Jagged rocks surrounded it, layers upon layers of black volcanic stone piled high. The cliff walls were covered in mottled traces of burning and molten erosion, crisscrossed with fractures that constantly vented wisps of searing white steam.
Below the cliff's fault line, crimson magma churned and flowed slowly. From time to time, blazing molten streams spilled over the edge and crashed into the boundless black sea below.
Towering white mist surged up with a roar. Water vapor, carrying scorching heat, swept in every direction and condensed into hazy fog midair, shrouding the whole world in a misty, dreamlike veil.
Burning Heaven Lord stood quietly at the heart of the cliff in a red robe, his sleeves spreading though no wind stirred them. Li Wuming slowly landed at his side, his black clothes clinging to his frame. The gloom he had endured and suppressed for days had completely dispersed, leaving only relief and certainty in his eyes.
He had endured for so long, weathering the criticism of his colleagues and doubts unsupported by solid evidence, while stubbornly biting down on every layer of anomaly surrounding Qin He. Today, he had finally gotten his wish, using Burning Heaven Lord's supreme Dao Eye to tear away the shell of disguise that had endured for years.
As deputy envoy of the Divine Court Realm Patrol