Yang Chen observed his surroundings. Down at the boiling lava pool, there were numerous rocks and structures probably from the heyday of the sect, floating around.
From how dispersed and fractured they were, he reckoned that a big battle must have happened here a ling time ago. Nevertheless, thanks to that battle, there was ample foothold for him to use.
Immediately, he jumped down and used the shattered structures as foothold while making his way.
Yang Chen's action didn't go unnoticed. Several practitioners who saw him go down, similarly mimicked his way to traverse the lava. However, there were always bound to be some who underestimate the formation. Naturally, their fate was a cruel one.
Being burned alive until not even their ashes remained. Several practitioners met their unfortunate end that way.
In the sea of lava, boiling liquefied flames jutted out of the pool intermittently. The air here was so hot that even breathing it seared one's lungs.
