As they gradually ventured deeper, their view expanded, revealing the entire mountain melted into a natural "bath," thick magma rolling and roiling like boiling molten iron, displaying dazzling shades of orange-red and gold, with the central area even emitting a blinding white light.
An Mengni's forehead beaded with sweat, her breathing somewhat rapid.
Seeing this, Zhu Shuang hurriedly activated True Yuan to cover her, isolating the heat, calming her breath slightly.
Sikong Zuiyue gazed at the magma's center and said, "I can sense the aura of the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror; it should be beneath this fiery magma. I'll go down to investigate first, wait here for my news."
"Alright." Chen Mo nodded.
The black mist condensed into solidity, transforming into a sphere that protected the body, and plunged into it.
Scalding magma parted on its own upon touching the black mist, soon rendering the figure invisible.
Chen Mo stood on the rock wall, waiting quietly.
