A quarter of an hour later, Shen Luo and Nie Caizhu successfully crossed the great river of lava, and the four Sword Spirits also stopped devouring the Golden Flame.
Though only a brief moment had passed, the Pure Yang Power within all four flying swords had increased considerably.
The Restriction within the flying sword bearing the Vermilion Bird Sword Spirit had already reached completion, and only the power of the sword itself had increased somewhat. Within the three Pure Yang Swords bearing Golden Crow Sword Spirits, a Pure Yang Restriction had astonishingly condensed, equivalent to several years of his usual painstaking refinement.
Shen Luo's Magic Power had fully recovered once again. He glanced at the great river of lava behind him and continued onward.
The sea of fire on the far side of the lava river was much the same as before and naturally could not stop Shen Luo. The two quickly crossed it, and a vast red-brown sea of sand appeared ahead, entirely different from the yellow desert they had encountered earlier.
"Cousin, it seems your guess was correct. This sea of fire and the great river of lava are indeed among the trials of the third level." Standing atop a fairly tall dune, Nie Caizhu gazed into the distance with golden light in her eyes and spoke delightedly.
"Oh? How did you learn that?" Shen Luo also looked in that direction, but saw nothing. Raising an eyebrow, he asked...
"Several dozen li ahead, there is a black mountain. At its summit stands a white light gate that looks just like the teleportation gates from the first two levels," Nie Caizhu said.
"You saw the teleportation gate? That's wonderful. We..." Shen Luo said happily, but abruptly stopped halfway through. He turned to look behind him and fell silent.
"Cousin,