An entrance with a span of ten feet appeared amidst the ruins, steam rising, with its interior pitch-black and seemingly bottomless, evoking a sense of unease.
Brother Jiang stood by it for a moment, feeling his breath stifle and his pores opening under the relentless steaming heat waves.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Master Hui En's corpulent figure leapt in with a nimble movement technique unexpected for his weight, landing beside Brother Jiang, standing shoulder to shoulder, his expression grave as he stared at the entrance below.
"Such a massive amount of steam, despite the eighteen divine monk relics forming a barrier, a large volume of West Lake water must have flooded into the magma pool over these days."
Brother Jiang's eyes flickered as he said, "We'll find out if we go down. I'm just curious if that divine daughter's corpse is still down there?"
As he said this, he glanced at Hui En from the corner of his eye.
