The Charred Black World

When Zhang Xuezhou and others clashed with Huang Daoxian, they lost consciousness. Ren Yisheng and others had to build a temporary medical room based on their location.

At this time, the Sinkhole No. 2 in the North Rehe was reconstructed, and all medical equipment was used to maintain Ren Anran's physical vitality.

While Ren Anran's situation was somewhat unexpected, Zhang Xuezhou was fully prepared.

He chose a recuperative bed in the makeshift medical room and lay down.

Yang Corporeal Soul emanated from his body, gradually becoming clearly visible even in his hair.

Compared to Ren Anran, who was clad in heavy armor of profound energy, Zhang Xuezhou's Yang Corporeal Soul was completely untouched.

He had no choice but to slightly blur his private parts before he floated up, facing the many eyes observing him through binoculars.

Twelve days ago, only seven red ribbons were used to block passage, but now this area has been enclosed by razor wire fences, preventing ordinary people from passing through, and even some members of the sequence committee have been stopped outside.

At that time, the person in charge of this area was Song Bu'er.

After the tragedy that befell the Song Household, Song Bu'er became taciturn and disliked speaking. He also rarely interacted with other committee members. Moreover, he was skilled in sniping. The fact that he was guarding this area made many people wary of him. Even Zhao Tianhua and others maintained a cautious and watchful attitude.

The Sinkhole No. 2 area was unusually calm, with only a few medical staff on duty observing the data.

Zhang Xuezhou made no noise when he went to Dongshan, and he didn't cause any trouble when he returned from Dongshan either.

The place was quiet, and there were no familiar faces to be seen. They could only vaguely sense their location in the North Rehe region.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the Zhou Household research institute area, where people were constantly commenting on his body through the telescope, while his Yang Corporeal Soul body continued to rise into the air.

If the Yang Corporeal Soul Body that the Venerable One helped to condense was a sports car, then the Yang Corporeal Soul Body that Zhang Xuezhou was currently condensing was a bicycle—usable, but not very useful.

Even though Zhang Xuezhou was skilled in flying, his Yang Corporeal Soul Body could only float around, and was not much faster than running.

But this distorted area is indeed not far.

Just fly about fifty meters towards the sky, and you'll be close to the lair of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly plunged into the direction where Ren Anran and Xu Lu had disappeared.

A sudden dizzying sensation and a chaotic interplay of light and shadow overwhelmed Zhang Xuezhou. He felt as if his Yang Corporeal Soul body was instantly stretched into a line, pierced by thousands of sharp blades, and then twisted into a pretzel.

This is perhaps like a fish leaping out of the water and onto land; Zhang Xuezhou could already imagine the terrible fate that would ensue if his physical body entered such a place.

This is not even a distortion, let alone a leap from a lower dimension to a higher dimension.

This distorted feeling far exceeded Zhang Xuezhou's previous experiences. Even though he had traveled through tens of thousands of worlds, Zhang Xuezhou had never experienced such pain and torment.

It was extremely difficult to fly forward in this area, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that his speed had dropped to almost a tortoise's pace.

If Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou had any advantage, he felt that having experienced countless dizzying sensations, he would at least not lose his direction or move around randomly during this kind of journey.

Every step he took led him toward the dark red flames at the twisted end.

Like a fiery abyss, Zhang Xuezhou felt he couldn't see the bottom when he looked at it, as if it would devour him.

Whether the fire meteor beings like Huang Daoxian belong to immortality is difficult to determine, but Zhang Xuezhou overheard whispers on the tree chair and was quite certain that the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon were true immortals.

The enemy's base was certainly not a small, insignificant place like the Void Furnace; it was bound to be complex.

"It's only polite to reciprocate; if you come to us, we can go to you!"

The lair of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon that had haunted him for over thirty years was right before him, and Zhang Xuezhou felt both pain and excitement.

The journey was painful, but the excitement came from finally getting to know the place in real time, which might give him direction or even an answer.

"Arrive!"

Nearly fifteen minutes later, Zhang Xuezhou felt the dizzying, distorted sensation subside, replaced by an endless, scorching heat engulfing him.

"What's this?"

The good news is that Zhang Xuezhou has not lost contact with his physical body, and his Yang Corporeal Soul Incarnation is moving within a controllable range. The bad news is that everything he sees is terrible.

The Law Power pierced through the twisted and drawn-in energy. Zhang Xuezhou repaired the tattered Yang Corporeal Soul and gazed at the abyss.

It was indeed a charred world of abyssal flames, but what he saw in the distance was not flames, but flowing lava.

It's as if a volcanic eruption occurred, or perhaps the entire area was ignited, with even the rocks burning, leaving behind this charred world.

Unlike the small room-sized base of the Void Furnace, this place stretched as far as the eye could see, resembling a vast secret realm.

If such a massive area were to fall like other fireballs, not only would Song Fengying and others from decades ago perish, but the immense energy generated by the collision would be enough to destroy Western Capital City and the surrounding area.

Zhang Xuezhou floated in mid-air, witnessing this area that was completely different from what he had imagined.

There were no heavenly materials and earthly treasures here, no endless wealth left behind by Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon; all that remained for him was this scorched earth.

Looking into the distance, he saw a Gaogao pillar standing in the center of the scorched area.

The pillar seemed to pierce the sky, and Zhang Xuezhou's gaze could not reach the top.

"Was a mountain melted down?"

As he flew closer, the finer details of the pillar came into view, becoming increasingly clear to Zhang Xuezhou.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and black rocks of varying sizes were scattered around. Some of the rocks were burning with a dark red hue, as if they would only stop burning when the flammable conditions were no longer available.

The pillar that stands tall against the Heaven and Earth from afar appears incredibly slender, but upon closer inspection, one realizes that it is a colossal object, and even its remains are indistinguishable from a mountain.

"As long as the void remains, I shall endure forever!"

"Those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

This is a world where even stones burn to ash, but it is not a completely desolate region.

There were no plants, no animals, no monks, yet a familiar voice continuously chanted from within this mountain-like pillar.

The voice was mechanical, like a tape recorder repeating itself over and over again.

"An Ran?"

"Empty furnace?"

Zhang Xuezhou listened for a few seconds, then channeled his Law Power, continuously shouting into the distance with his Demonic Sound Technique, striving to reunite with Ren Anran and the others, or to find Ren Anran's whereabouts and see what Ren Anran and the others had encountered in the past twenty days.

"As long as the void remains, I shall endure forever!"

"Those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

As he shouted, Zhang Xuezhou felt his voice become chaotic. Countless chanting voices poured into his mind, and countless other voices mixed in with the sound waves spread by his Demonic Sound Technique, making his voice mottled and difficult to distinguish.

The massive sound wave completely masked his distinctive voice, rendering his Demonic Sound Technique ineffective for long-distance communication.

Ren Anran and the others are most likely in this area, but it is clear that they cannot contact each other by sound.

After his calls went unanswered, Zhang Xuezhou could only fly slowly around the area, turning his attention to searching and researching.