The Flood Dragon stopped before an enormous cavern. A ring of large stones surrounded its entrance, arranged in neat rows. They were not a natural formation; the Flood Dragon had carried them here one by one. It had made this place another lair.
The Flood Dragon slithered over the stone barrier, then looked back at the women, signaling for them to follow.
The women climbed over the stone barrier and entered the cavern. It was huge, but not as open as the cave before it. Its floor sloped like a giant funnel, sinking lower toward the center. At the very bottom was a pitch-black opening, a shaft that plunged straight down into unfathomable depths.
That was where the hot air came from.
Chen Siyao stood at the edge and peered down. She could see nothing but darkness, though she could feel hot wind blowing up from below, as if she were standing in front of an enormous heating vent.
"Brother, what is this?" She stepped back, her heart beating a little faster.
Chen Hao walked to the edge, closed his eyes, and extended his divine sense downward. That mysterious presence was coming from below.
It was not spiritual energy, but it was denser and more ancient, carrying an indescribable sense of pressure.
He opened his eyes and looked at the Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon huddled in a corner of the cavern, staring at the dark opening with fear filling its eyes. Its body trembled slightly, its raised scales making faint rustling sounds.
Chen Hao glanced at it, then at the women. He walked over to Chen Siyao, took the wooden sword made of parasol wood from his Qiankun Bag, and handed it to her. It was the same one he had given Yaoyao earlier to slay soul entities.
"Yaoyao,