After examining it carefully, Li Wan'er walked toward the altar. She lightly stepped onto the crimson stairs, feeling the warmth beneath her feet, and soon reached the top of the altar.
At the altar's summit stood a hall several times larger than the Three Pure Ones Hall. It resembled a pagoda and had three floors, each one roughly half the size of the floor below.
As she approached the Mystic Fire Altar, she saw the tall stone doors sealed shut. She gently pushed them open and entered, then turned back and softly closed them again.
At that moment, an old man seated beside an ancient well built from red stone inside the hall opened his eyes. He looked at the woman in white walking toward him.
He rose to his feet, his powerful aura surging toward Li Wan'er. "Who are you? Why have you come to the Mystic Fire Altar?"
Li Wan'er continued walking slowly. "I heard there was a fox imprisoned upstairs. I came to take a look."
She seemed entirely unconcerned that this was Incense Valley, and even less concerned about Shangguan Ce, the man before her who had dominated both the righteous and demonic paths more than a century ago.
Shangguan Ce smiled disdainfully. This young woman had somehow infiltrated Incense Valley and entered the Mystic Fire Altar without his noticing, which meant her cultivation could not be too poor. But she was so young—no matter how high her realm was, how high could it possibly be?
Shangguan Ce rapidly formed hand seals, and icy flames filled the sky as they shot toward Li Wan'er.
Yet the young woman's expression remained far too calm. How could anyone facing life and death remain so composed?
Soon, his confusion turned into disbelief, because he saw the fierce attack stop