But over the past nearly ten thousand years, Sun Peak had never appeared again.
Later, based on certain clues, Fu Ling Hall deduced that Daoist Yan Yuan had used immense divine abilities to directly seal Sun Peak within this Sky Furnace Fire Marsh.
At this moment, Ning Fa suddenly looked up, his face instantly filling with shock.
He was currently halfway up this enormous mountain.
This was a vast plaza paved with ancient crimson stones. Further up, the mountain had actually split into three adjacent main peaks, each separated from the others by several hundred zhang.
The summits of all three peaks were shrouded in clouds and mist, making their conditions impossible to discern.
Yet above those three peaks, a colossal crimson tower floated in midair.
The giant tower stood more than a hundred zhang tall, densely wreathed from top to bottom in Crimson Lightning Fire. Numerous thick cracks marked its surface, glaringly conspicuous, as though it had suffered grievous damage.
Above the giant tower, a huge vortex more than ten li wide rotated slowly. A thick crimson pillar of fire shot from the vortex's center, all of it pouring into the tip of that enormous tower.
Even from such a distance, Ning Fa could easily sense the terrifying Fire Spiritual Power contained within the crimson pillar emitted by that gigantic vortex. Low, thunderous rumbles that made one's heart tremble rang out from time to time.
Such a magnificent sight left Ning Fa utterly stunned.
He stared fixedly at the Crimson Thunder Pagoda, divine light blazing in his eyes.
He could sense an incomparably terrifying Spiritual Pressure from within the tower, one that far surpassed any magic treasure he had ever seen before.
Compared to it, the Taiyin Slaughter God Banner in his hand was simply the difference between a