More than half a month later.
In an underground cavern somewhere on Heaven-Pillar Mountain.
Wang Yu sat cross-legged on a lotus seat as white and lustrous as jade. A bronze incense burner floated before him, with a thick purple incense candle standing inside it.
The purple incense candle had already been lit. A wisp of milky-white smoke curled from it and flowed entirely into Wang Yu's nostrils, bringing a Red Light to his face.
All around the lotus seat, slowly flowing red lava filled his view.
Wang Yu was actually floating in the middle of a lava lake.
The cavern was as hot as a furnace. A hazy red light filled the space, and even the air looked blurred.
Wang Yu's eyes were tightly shut, his hands forming a seal. A crimson glow shifted across his face, and a thick white ring flickered behind his back. On the white lotus seat beneath him, the phantom images of a dozen or so silver spirit inscriptions flashed incessantly, helping the white ring devour every wisp of red mist that appeared in the surrounding air.
Suddenly, Wang Yu's body trembled. He opened his eyes, a look of surprise crossing his face.
But the next moment, he reached into his robes without hesitation and took out a medicine bottle. He poured out three gleaming red medicinal pills, tossed them straight into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed them.
He changed the seals formed by his hands. The white lotus seat beneath him abruptly expanded, and the phantom spirit inscriptions on its surface lit up together. A pulling force more than twice as violent as before surged from it, sweeping wildly in every direction.
The crimson liquid all around began churning violently, releasing billowing strands of red mist formed from Fire Spiritual Power.
After roiling