"The energy is incredibly violent... If there's an entrance, it should be here, right?"
Just as Sun Buxiao had a keen ability to sense souls, Qing Lin was exceptionally sensitive to the violent natural energy in the air. After searching for a while, the two of them and the lion found a sunken sand pit at dusk.
"You can't see an underground cavern from the surface. We'll have to find a way to get this sand out of the way first."
Sun Buxiao had Qing Lin move farther away, then unleashed his netherworld poison flame. In an instant, pink and green flames blazed inside the pit, melting all the sand together.
He tossed out the enormous mass of fused crystal. After repeating the process several times, an entrance to an underground passage appeared before them.
"Little Purple, stay here and guard the entrance. Make sure you let me know if anyone comes."
Qing Lin rubbed the Amethyst Winged Lion's nose and spoke with a bright smile.
"Got it..."
The Little Amethyst Winged Lion sounded languid. The desert was actually well suited to its kind: the intense sunlight could make their Dou Qi surge, kindling more purple beast flame within their bodies. The only problem was the scarcity of prey, but Qing Lin's Storage Ring now held plenty of magical beast meat, so that was no longer a concern.
It felt that a few years of basking in the desert sun might let it grow as strong as its mother.
Leaving Mao Die to guard the entrance, Sun Buxiao took Qing Lin down into the hole.
The underground passages twisted and branched in every direction, filled with scorching air. The glow of magma was faintly visible down several of them.
We might end up getting lost...
Sun Buxiao pressed his hand