One zhang, two zhang, five zhang, ten zhang...
Within the crimson pool, the submerged figure sank rapidly. In just a few breaths, he had reached a position a hundred zhang below the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The descent continued, growing faster and faster.
Three hundred zhang, five hundred zhang, a thousand zhang—!
Two thousand zhang, three thousand zhang... all the way to ten thousand zhang—!!!
When he reached a position ten thousand zhang underground, all he could see was thick golden-red liquid, like magma, yet its temperature was far beyond anything magma could compare to.
The temperature here had already surpassed ordinary imagination. If even a single drop of that golden-red liquid fell into the mountain forests above, it would be enough to ignite a monstrous sea of fire that burned through more than half of Sunset Forest.
And yet, in this terrifying environment, one that could burn a hundred-thousand-year soul bone to ash in the span of a few breaths, the figure who had descended here was not damaged in the slightest. Instead, as casually as reaching into a bag to take something out, he extended his hand and plunged his palm into the deep-blue liquid on the other side, clearly divided from the golden-red liquid.
Cold, frozen—an extreme low temperature capable of freezing a hundred-thousand-year soul bone into powder within a few breaths!
From extreme heat to extreme cold, that hand, as though carved from the finest jade in the world, moved as casually as if scooping water from a bathtub. It swished around indifferently twice, tested the water temperature, then leisurely withdrew.
Shaking his head, the owner of the hand lowered his head, dropped his gaze toward his feet, and a section of pure-white jade-like "stone" was reflected in his eyes.
"Thump, thump~"
He lifted