Having rejected Heather’s request to co find him, Ronan focused on his journey.
The journey that the Ancient Thunder Eagle Oiris could complete in just two days took Ronan more than half a month to reach his destination.
.....
Sowhere in the Sulfur Mountain Range, which emitted billowing yellow smoke, a figure in a blue robe broke through the poisonous clouds in the sky, slowly appearing above the scorching land.
The Magic Robe’s built-in Constant Temperature and Humidity Rune, along with the natural isolation effect of the Spiritual Field, made Ronan almost oblivious to the external heat.
However, the visibly distorted air everywhere and the rapidly depleting energy core of the robe with ti both indicated the unbearable high temperatures in this area.
Ronan strolled across the cracked crimson earth, passing through layers of steaming, distorted heat waves, witnessing countless magma veins slowly writhing in the surface cracks, like the exposed fleshy veins of an ancient giant beast that had died long ago.
Compared to the Blazing Realm he went to in the central region long ago, this place seed like an upgraded version of it.
The vast Molten Rock Wilderness was like an uncovered blazing furnace. Ronan could hardly sense any Ice Energy Particles here, yet he didn’t feel uncomfortable. The Ancient Frost Whales, which once ruled the world’s endless Deep Sea, had also bathed in countless underwater volcanoes.
He could hardly see any living creatures; on the nearly unobstructed plain, Ronan could see so crystal steles, semi-transparently lted by scorching heat, their surfaces crawling with dark red energy patterns.
So stood scattered across the plain, while others were arranged in incomplete patterns.
These were the boundary monunts left by the ancient wizards, so of which still operated to this day. Runes ford by flas sotis shot out suddenly, incinerating lava creatures crawling from the ground into charred remains.
Ronan took a deep breath, carefully avoiding the presence of those boundary monunts, and slowly flew towards the center of the plain.
This wasn’t truly the Realm of Departing Fire, not even its edge—this place was called the Fla Plateau. It is said to have been the hunting ground of the Ancient Fla Demon and Fire Dragon reared by Wizard O’Brien.
"Alazan, are you sure you still rember how to navigate inside?"
As he approached the central area, Ronan noticed the ground beneath his feet starting to crystallize.
Gravel fused into a glass-like form under the high temperature, making a grating cracking sound underfoot.
He couldn’t help but ask.
"I guess so."
Alazan’s response was filled with uncertainty, "It’s been so long, who knows how much has changed inside.
Back when O’Brien was still alive, I was fortunate enough to visit his laboratory once..."
Ronan pursed his lips and didn’t ask further.
Having co this far, no matter the situation inside, he had to go in and take a look.
Unbeknownst to him, three intertwining lava waterfalls suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The splashing magma wove a seemingly unextinguishable curtain of flas, reaching nearly a hundred ters high.
Boiling lava defied logic as it was drawn skyward by so peculiar gravitational force, transforming into fiery rain at the highest point and pouring down.
At this mont, Alazan’s voice echoed once more in his mind: "The entrance is right behind the waterfall... I don’t know if the entrance spell I got from O’Brien is still effective; try it first.
If it doesn’t work, I’ll tell you another way to get in."
Ronan nodded, his mind shifting slightly, and the Star Force Field surrounding him gently rotated, summoning starlight that ford a semi-transparent starry defensive shield around him.
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