Countless ancient runes were carved into the walls around the lava lake. These runes completely sealed off the lava lake below, making the place akin to a cauldron with a constantly rising heat.

Zhou Yuan stood on the cliff, his face turning a little solemn as he felt the heat wash over him. The high temperature was already faintly tingling his skin, a small taste of how frighteningly hot it would be when he ventured deeper.

Chi Jing had helped inscribe the runes to create this ...