"Crackle~"
Bubbles burst, sending scalding magma splashing everywhere and stirring faint ripples across the red lake.
With the Sacred Fire Token, Liu Yu followed the route in his memory without obstruction and soon reached the secret realm's third level.
Lava, flames, fragments of floating islands.
The temperature on the third level was extremely high, and fire-attribute spiritual energy was exceptionally dense.
But many of the once neatly arranged floating island fragments had been destroyed in the great battle years ago. Many more had naturally fallen over the intervening years, leaving scarcely any behind.
They looked lonely and forlorn.
Just like the formation sustaining the secret realm, after thousands of long years, all the floating island fragments would eventually fall and be destroyed.
Standing on the small platform at the entrance to the third level, Liu Yu silently surveyed the scene before him, feeling the searing heat in the air.
The small platform and the passage he had come through still bore countless traces of combat.
All had been left by that battle years ago. Even now, many could still be faintly seen beneath the thick dust.
Standing at the platform's edge, Liu Yu pinpointed where the Sacred Fire Sword had once hovered with a single glance.
Then his powerful divine sense, spanning five hundred li, spread outward and reached every corner of this space.
Neither the damaged formations nor the scorching magma could impede its sweep.
The next moment, Liu Yu's expression shifted as he instantly pinpointed the Sacred Fire Sword fragment.
He formed a seal with one hand, smoothly cast the Artifact Manipulation Technique, and pointed down to his left.
"Splash!"
The next instant, the sound of flowing liquid came from below.
A speck of white spiritual light broke through the magma, rapidly growing larger before his eyes and