Smack! Smack! Smack!
Wave after wave rose from the lava lake in the Golden Dragon Plane and crashed against the shore.
Who knew why the once-calm lava lake had started churning like this? All anyone knew was that the waves of lava lasted three days and three nights.
The lava roiled as though a volcano were about to erupt. On the fourth day, the volcano finally erupted, spewing scorching-hot liquid.
Su Miu let out a long breath, then swept Di Qiu'er, who was lying on top of him, into a princess carry. With a few leaps, he jumped out of the lava lake.
At a thought from him, the earth trembled, and a reasonably spacious little villa rose from the ground. He then walked inside.
Rustling sounds came from within as Su Miu placed Ha Jirui, whom he was carrying, on the bed, changed him into fresh clothes, and tucked him beneath a blanket.
Those three days and nights had really worn him out. Fortunately, the recovery provided by his three soul cores, coupled with his powerful physique, had allowed him to endure it.
He left the little villa to let Di Qiu'er get some proper sleep. Then his figure flashed, and he arrived above a boundless sea, at the center of which stood an enormous island of ice and snow.
"Su Miu, are you done?"
Seeing him return, Bai Xiuxiu immediately came over to greet him. But she soon remembered those emotional fluctuations that had felt as though someone were ascending to heaven, and her cheeks flushed scarlet.
"Uh... yeah... let me take a look around first."
Su Miu scratched his head awkwardly at her words, then hurriedly shifted the subject to the Glacial Sea Plane.
The formation of these planes seemed to depend on both the primary attributes