The situation had settled into an eerie calm. Everyone stared blankly at the earth-shattering sight before them, each harboring different thoughts.
Hadn't they started by experiencing Blood Fiend's memories, then received the tasks of collecting Fire Seed Fragments and hunting the Crystal Mo Tribe, all to obtain the inheritance at the end? Now it no longer looked that way.
This seemed to be a setup.
At that moment, furnace fire surged, and fragments rained down.
The Sea of Suffering Prison Dome was still falling, piece after piece. The large ones were like hills, the small ones like millstones, and they turned into grayish-white powder halfway down, drifting through the air.
The Blood Sea had almost finished pouring in, and those cracks were still widening, spreading in every direction.
Qing Chen stood in midair, Primal Magnetism Divine Light forming a silvery-white Divine Boat beneath his feet and holding him steady.
He had wrapped the Fire Lingzhu in his sleeve in layer upon layer of True Essence, but he knew full well that this pearl was a hot potato.
An object with an owner could not be stored in the pagoda, and his Demon Seed Divine Sense could not erase the imprint within it. Who knew what other contingencies lay hidden inside?
Flying Bear True Lord struggled to sit up. This mighty cultivator, one of Southern Yue's three great commanders, was now a sorry sight.
He stared wide-eyed at the absurdly enormous furnace wall overhead, then looked at Qing Chen. Amazed by Qing Chen's true combat strength, he could turn over only one thought in his mind: this lad was extraordinary.
Someone like Qing Chen, whose Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation could produce combat strength approaching the Heavenly Gang Ranking, was truly a rare sight.
Even without those Six Demon Banners,