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Scorching heat wrapped around his body.
Ye Hanjun felt as if he was placed on a pyre, with deep red flas searing his organs, inside and out, as if to roast him alive.
This pain was comparable to being pierced by a barrage of arrows, each mont an extre tornt.
Just as his consciousness was about to disperse, the rigid air around him loosened, and his bound hands and feet suddenly regained mobility.
"Big Tadpole, are you alright?"
GuaGua called out from his shoulder the first mont he could.
Ye Hanjun bit his tongue, barely regaining a sliver of consciousness, and forced his eyes open.
"Woosh—"
The color that filled his sight was still red, but no longer deep red, instead a mix of orange-red, scarlet, and vermilion.
This was not a common scene under natural conditions, Ye Hanjun concentrated his mind, looking closely.
The land—was dry, barren, and desolate.
Not a single plant to be seen, let alone a hint of green.
The colorful red magma flowed lazily over the surface of the rocks, carrying a suppressed aura of destruction and a sense of ragged antiquity, setting the dominant tone for this red land.
The sky—had pale golden clouds, swirling in formation.
They were nurous and widely spread, causing a dizzying effect at first glance.
But that was not the focal point, instinctively, Ye Hanjun gazed up at the central area above his head.
There was a sun there, dazzlingly golden, not only filling the do of the sky but also dominating the sight.
It was visually enormous, and when it branded his mind, it seed to magnify a hundredfold, a thousandfold, like so alternative deity.
In an instant, tears stread down Ye Hanjun’s face, unstoppable.
He shifted his gaze, closed his eyes, trying to calm his spirit.
However, the intense burning sensation grew stronger, making him feel as though he had fallen into a furnace, being cooked alive.
Wisps of black smoke emanated from the pores of his skin, lingering around his body, not dissipating for a long ti.
"Where is this?"
A few hundred ters away, Mang Hao covered his eyes, grimacing in pain, as if enduring heart-wrenching agony.
Next to him, Elder Yin and Elder Yang were in completely opposite states.
The forr clutched his head, rolling around on the ground with screams full of terror that made one’s scalp tingle.
The latter, as if infused with divine power, was glowing with health, his entire body radiant and his organs crystal clear, as if receiving unbelievable benefits.
"Such pure, intense Fire Elent..."
"It’s as if in a single breath I’ve beco younger by hundreds of years, robust vitality is being reborn within ..."
Elder Yang clenched his fist, feeling the miraculous state of his body, his face full of amazent.
"I’m aligned with the utmost yin and cold forces; here, the nature’s spiritual energy is the utmost yang and rigid. Is this attempting to end my life?!"
Elder Yin shouted, cursing the searing breath that was eroding his soul, like an inadvertent ghost boldly entering the realm of the living, at risk of dispersing at any mont.
"Ye Hanjun... could this place be... the Solar Abyss?"
Ye Liuying stumbled as she ran over from one side.
Although she possessed the S-class authority of the Eternal Night Angel and carried six black wings, freely traversing the skies at will,
at this mont, she had lost the ability to fly. Her passive ability, "Wings of Night," could not materialize at all. Forcing it only resulted in a groan and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, further diminishing her already weak aura.
"Although I’m reluctant to accept this result, in the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, the hottest places are only ’Fire God Mountain’ and ’Solar Abyss.’
"This place also has the characteristic ’Blazing Golden Sun’; it can only be the Solar Abyss... We’ve actually been transferred directly from the West Sea to one of the Seven Abysses..."
Ye Hanjun clenched the veins on his neck tightly, speaking through gritted teeth.
Then, he took a deep breath, fully activating the Flesh Furnace and Soul Spring.
By consuming the energy of flesh and souls, he nourished himself, slightly reducing the burning sensation. His chaotic mind finally regained so clarity.
"The legendary Solar Abyss, undoubtedly dead and silent..."
"This place is too desolate, with a strong sense of fragntation, as if it self-destructed at so point, leaving the people in misery and the land in wounds, the scars of which haven’t fully healed even now..."
Ye Hanjun’s breath gradually stabilized, but as he massaged his brow, the only thing flickering beneath his gaze was confusion:
"At the end of the Ancient Era, what exactly happened during the Broken Era Calamity?
"Why did the Solar Abyss, the strongest among the Seven Abysses, disappear overnight along with its legacy, all buried in the whirlpool of history?"
"Do you want to know?"
A heart-pounding voice echoed beside his ear.
On the barren crimson land, suddenly a mound of earth rose.
With a bang, a humanoid creature appeared in front of everyone, casually holding up the Corpse Dragon Lady Shi Ju with one hand.
"A Half-Step Deity like Hanba, you surely don’t like places rich in Water Elent!"
"Even so, you entered the West Sea, risking being discovered by Hei Xuanwu, forcefully seizing us—what are your true intentions?"
The severely shrunken Mu Shoucong, with all the big scallions on his head wilted, appeared extrely unhealthy.
His legs trembled, clearly unable to adapt to the blazing environnt of the Solar Abyss.
But being the Supre Saint Embryo, he forcefully endured the adverse conditions, trying to keep his composure as he demanded.
"I’ve co for a necessity."
With a cold expression, Hanba dropped the Corpse Dragon Lady, and then plunged his hand into the pit, scrambling out a coffin and heavily slamming it onto the ground.
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