Pan Xuan's escape light rose from Qilin Cliff and headed south.
The mountains and rivers of the Primordial World raced backward beneath his feet.
The farther south he flew, the drier and hotter the air became. Vast stretches of crimson rock and earth gradually appeared below, a distinctive landscape formed by millions of years of scorching from underground magma.
The rocks displayed shades of dark red, ocher red, and scarlet, layered upon one another like the colors of the earth's congealed blood.
Steaming hot springs dotted the surface, their rising vapor forming banks of hazy mist in the sunlight.
Some springs boiled, bubbles churning and gurgling through water hot enough to cook mortal beasts in an instant.
More dangerous still were the fissures spewing sulfurous fumes. Yellow-green smoke curled from cracks in the ground, carrying a pungent stench, with not a blade of grass growing for hundreds of miles around.
This was the region stretching hundreds of millions of miles around the southern Undying Volcano, where the Primordial World's fire veins converged. Beneath the earth, magma surged ceaselessly like the land's blood, seeping upward through cracks and weak points in the crust.
While still tens of thousands of miles from the Undying Volcano, he could already feel the searing waves of heat striking his face.
This was no ordinary heat, but a scorching force imbued with the fire element law.
The fire spiritual energy in the air was so dense it almost became solid. Every breath felt like swallowing fire.
An ordinary cultivator here would likely succumb to invading fire toxins within moments, suffering scorched meridians at best and damage to their Dao foundation at worst.
But purple-gold Vast Righteous Qi flowed ceaselessly around Pan Xuan, holding the searing waves of heat three feet away. Its purple-gold radiance remained utterly