On the side of the magma pool near the center of the volcano, strands of red mist are diffusing, suggesting a connection through fissures with the interior of the volcano.
Ji An, extremely wary, slowly flew to the position of the Cyan Lotus.
Perhaps due to the enclosed space, there were no guarding Demon Beasts encountered.
The lotus leaves and stems were crystal clear and verdantly green, standing out in this fiery red world.
The spiritual light of the lotus flower pulsed, steaming like fire.
As the distance closed, the scorching high temperature disappeared, and Ji An felt his whole body comfortable, with Magical Power operating naturally, like a waterfall flowing downstream.
He absorbed the Spiritual Qi, feeling waves of coolness in his Immortal Veins.
Ji An furrowed his brow, striving to recall records about this type of Spirit Plant.
The memory of a Cultivator is astounding, but after all, it's not a computer, and some seldom-used knowledge may be forgotten.
