The world seemed to have been dark for a long time. Or perhaps the world had always been dark.
Light was the presumptuous visitor.
Jiang Wang remained dazed for a while before gradually remembering what had happened.
Had... his Divine Soul origin already been stripped away?
Or was he waiting for it to be stripped away?
He opened his eyes, and light fell into the dark world.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Bubbles sounded around him from time to time.
Pop!
One burst unexpectedly.
The sound jolted him out of his daze.
Only then did Jiang Wang realize he was immersed in a boiling Magma Lake, and that his injuries had mostly healed.
Longing was still clutched tightly in his hand.
His right hand had probably stayed clenched in the same position for too long; it felt stiff.
Ruyi Immortal Robe, however, still bore the damage from the earlier battle.
The Samadhi True Fire in the Five Palaces Sea naturally radiated light, completely shielding him from the magma's heat.
So he hadn't been killed after all...
A glimmer of relief had barely crossed his mind when—
Jiang Wang's body tensed instinctively, and he sprang into the air.
Then he saw, beyond this enormous Magma Lake—
One after another, fiery-red pools of magma scattered among the mountains.
And all across the mountains, Huodou beasts crouched or sprawled in the pools and along their banks...
Black mountains, red pools, a pack of dogs—no, a pack of beasts that looked exactly like dogs.
At first glance, it was hard for Jiang Wang not to think of Du Dewang's charcoal hotpot in Maple Forest City.
How carefree they had once been, gathered around the stove, clinking wine bowls and snatching meat with their chopsticks!
The only difference was that the cold eyes of those "dogs" soon reminded