Zong Shen's figure became a gray blur barely perceptible to the naked eye as he sped straight toward the first altar, eighty kilometers to the east.
The scorching, rugged terrain along the way—whether fissures spewing sulfurous steam or lava rivers barring his path—was as flat ground to him.
He only occasionally swept through the air, leaving behind an afterimage stretched so long by his speed that it nearly vanished.
There were also distortions in the heat waves caused by his rapid passage through the air.
As he swiftly moved away from the Gobi Desert where the [Pure Flame Sacred Flower] stood, the evil flame energy he could additionally sense due to the [Purifying Flame Protection] buff became increasingly distinct.
The sensation was like several flickering red dots appearing in the darkness, filled with a profane aura.
Following the rough directional guidance provided by the buff and combining it with the areas of the parchment map where the fog had already been cleared, he precisely adjusted his course.
About ten minutes later, Zong Shen arrived at the edge of a new dangerous area.
The red hostile markers in this area on the map were densely packed, far more numerous than those in the places he had passed through before.
Below lay an extremely deep rift, flanked by black rock walls hundreds of meters tall, as though cleaved apart by a giant axe.
The valley floor was unusually broad, with several surging lava rivers rushing through it like the veins of the earth, producing waves of muffled rumbling.
The sulfurous stench in the air was overwhelming, while the temperature was so high that ordinary metal would quickly turn red and soften.
He lowered his altitude and slid downward along the steep rock wall on one side of the rift.
His thoughts spread