"Treasures, Ancestral God Lingchang's Treasures."
Yan Zijun's breathing quickened, his eyes bloodshot and his expression utterly crazed. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and entered the main entrance of Lingchang Palace.
Almost the very instant Yan Zijun entered.
Bzzzt!
A wave of heat rushed straight at him.
Everything he saw was red, as though Endlessness flames were burning, making Yan Zijun feel unbearably uncomfortable.
"This is..."
Yan Zijun froze for a moment, staring ahead in astonishment.
There was no Palace before him at all.
Instead, there was an enormous, broad river. But what flowed through it was not water. It was... blazing flames that carried rolling waves of heat.
"What's going on? Where are Ancestral God Lingchang's Treasures? I went to all that trouble to enter Lingchang Palace. Why was I transported here?"
Yan Zijun grew frantic. He was not standing in the Flame River, but on a spacious platform beside it.
Situ Yu and several others followed closely behind Yan Zijun.
Situ Yu and the others also felt the heat rolling off the Flame River. Shock and discomfort appeared on every face. Clearly, the flames here exerted tremendous pressure on them as well.
But Yan Zijun paid no attention to their reactions. His expression crazed, he anxiously looked in other directions. This Flame River was not what he wanted, and he had no idea what purpose it served.
What he wanted was Ancestral God Lingchang's Treasures!
Yet before him... aside from the river, where were the treasures?
Never mind the Nine-Turn Indestructible Body he wanted most—there was not even a single divine artifact.
Crack! Crack!
Suddenly, a series of crisp cracks rang out, as clear and sharp as shattering glass or breaking earthenware.
Though the river blazed with flames, it was utterly silent. Only the sudden arrival of Yan Zijun