After descending a little over a hundred zhang into the sea of fire, he finally reached the bottom. The scorching magma distorted even the golden light cast down by the bronze bowl.
With the bronze bowl overhead, Wu Qingbo surveyed the seabed and drew a geomantic map of it. At the same time, he opened his Dharma Eye to sense the flow of fire spiritual energy and search for traces of the Earth Veins.
He had not put away the Nine-Yang Fire-Cloud Chain, leaving it draped over himself so his patron could clearly see the runes on it.
Cheng Xinzhan watched intently. He had never seen this kind of restriction before. As everyone knew, Xuanmen valued arts over the Dao and treasures over methods, so their treasure-refining restrictions were bound to have their own distinctive strengths. Given this chance to examine them at such close quarters, Cheng Xinzhan certainly did not want to miss it.
Wu Qingbo spent a full ten days or so searching. During that time, even he could not endure the terrifying heat and toxicity beneath the sea of fire, and had to go up periodically to regulate his breathing and replenish his magical power. His subordinates exploring above had even more trouble enduring the fire baleful intent and poisonous smoke for long. Without passage tokens of their own, they also needed Wu Qingbo to take them outside for air.
"I see it!"
That day, Uncle Qing suddenly cried out while patrolling the seabed.
Cheng Xinzhan looked through Uncle Qing's Dharma Eye and saw a flowing, darting streak of fire underground not far away. It resembled a shimmering stream hidden beneath the earth, or gnarled roots winding underground, or the channels of human blood vessels transporting essence blood.
These were the channels of the earth.
In soil,