'Everything seems normal. No aura of powerful Demon Beasts...'
Whether it was the feelings coming from Genggeng or the feedback from his extended Divine Sense, the area around the volcano was perfectly normal.
Bai Zichen landed on the ground. The surface temperature was extremely high, and solidified, overflowing lava was everywhere.
It had formed into chunks, and one could still faintly see a red glow emanating from within them.
He reached for a piece of solidified lava in front of him. His knuckles were distinct, and his skin took on a five-colored, glazed texture.
A temperature high enough to instantly roast a pig to a crisp only produced a wisp of white smoke in Bai Zichen's palm, feeling merely warm to the touch.
With a firm squeeze, the lava rock shattered, leaving only a crystalline, fingernail-sized Fire Stone in the center.
