The instant Su Xin stepped into the bronze palace, he immediately felt a wave of heat sweeping straight at him.
What appeared before Su Xin was an enormous desert. Hanging above his head were not one, but three gigantic fireballs.
Those massive fireballs radiated boundless heat, scorching everything within the desert and turning it completely into a land of death.
Ke Yanyue and Li Huai, who had entered alongside Su Xin, were already nowhere to be seen. Su Xin was not surprised by this.
Independent spaces without fixed entrances were generally subject to random teleportation. Su Xin had encountered such things more than once or twice, so he was already used to it.
Nor was Su Xin worried about them. He knew Li Huai's strength and abilities well, and there was even less reason to worry about Ke Yanyue.
And since Sun Buhai had managed to make a name for himself in the Jianghu, he naturally was no easy opponent either.
Thus, Su Xin did not dwell on it and simply headed in one direction.
The desert was extraordinarily vast. Even at Su Xin's pace, after walking for a quarter of an hour, he still had not reached its end.
It was not until half an hour later that Su Xin finally saw something—something that made his heart jolt.
It was an enormous skeleton, over a hundred zhang long. The skull at its front looked both like a dragon and a flood dragon, except a single horn grew from its head, making it look incomparably savage.
Flood dragon!
Those two words immediately surfaced in Su Xin's mind.
This skeleton had clearly been left behind by an ancient flood dragon. Su Xin could not tell whether it had been a True Martial Realm or Yang Spirit Realm existence, but any member