Xiao Hua rolled his eyes and said ingratiatingly, "Why?"
"You're not a Golden Core cultivator, so how would you know?" Zhen Ye glanced at him. "A Golden Core cultivator's true essence comes from within the Golden Core. Their spiritual power can be replenished at any time by the true essence flowing from it, so naturally they need not fear places that instantly imprison one's spiritual power. This is also why cultivators below the Golden Core stage rarely enter the inner regions of Yanlin Mountain Marsh. If you suddenly lost your spiritual power above a lava lake, tell me—would you live or die?"
"This disciple understands!" Xiao Hua said respectfully. "If it were this disciple, I fear I would be buried in a sea of fire. Therefore, Ancestor, you must take greater care of us disciples!"
"Hehe, if you're afraid, just hand that magic artifact over to this old man!" Zhen Ye raised a brow and smiled.
Xiao Hua lowered his head, looking at the scene beneath his feet, which was already completely different from the outskirts of Yanlin Mountain Marsh, and said nothing.
Zhen Ye did not find this strange. With a faint smile on his lips, he continued flying forward.
At this time, the sky above Yanlin Mountain Marsh was filled with rising heat and mist, like the surface of water about to boil, blocking everyone's vision. Beneath Xiao Hua and the others' feet were no longer crimson sand and Bare Red Mountains. In their place lay fire lakes ranging from dozens to hundreds of zhang in size. Dark brown lava filled these fire lakes, and bubbles of all sizes occasionally surged up from within, making "glug glug" sounds as the lava flowed like water! Between the fire lakes stood pointed stone pillars like inverted barbs, carpeting the entire