The Number One Beneath the Myriad Manifestations Realm

A day later.

Lin Chen finally found the volcanic canyon the old man had mentioned.

It was a pure-gray canyon devoid of any vegetation, formed gradually as the volcano erupted.

Standing before the canyon, he could still feel a trace of lingering warmth from the volcanic ash.

However, when Lin Chen spread out his spiritual sense, he detected nothing unusual about the volcanic canyon.

Lin Chen was not surprised that he had failed to discover anything special. The Land of Ancient Tombs had opened so many times, and every clan had already visited all the places they could reach. If this volcanic canyon possessed anything special, the clans could not possibly have failed to notice it.

Lin Chen took the jade pendant the old man had given him out of his Storage Pouch. The instant it appeared, it flew toward the volcanic canyon on its own. Without hesitation, Lin Chen carefully followed the flame-shaped jade pendant, which radiated a gentle luster, deeper into the volcanic canyon.

Once he entered the canyon, he found himself in a world of deathly silence and pure gray. Jagged, grotesque rocks stood soundlessly, while the air was filled with the scorching dust of sulfur and the deposits of time. Beneath his feet lay soft volcanic ash, and stepping on it felt like treading upon a warm carpet.

Although his earlier scan with spiritual sense had yielded nothing, the jade pendant eagerly led the way ahead like a wanderer returning home. Lin Chen silently followed.

After following the jade pendant through the canyon for half an hour, the astonishment in Lin Chen's eyes grew increasingly intense. The terrain was constantly sinking, and he too continued downward after the pendant, as though it intended to reach the depths at the heart of this region.

What astonished Lin