Marshall Morgan stepped onto the platform, feeling the waves of scorching heat hitting him, as if he was inside a furnace.
In front of the platform was a deep pit, blocking the way forward.
Inside the pit, continuous hot waves billowed out.
Marshall Morgan walked to the edge of the platform and discovered the pit was circular, with a diameter of at least a thousand meters. Below the pit, flames were raging.
Curiously, the flames were of three colors, the tri-colored flames leaping, dazzling beyond compare.
"Is this, the Three-colored True Flame?"
Marshall Morgan's eyes flickered.
The Three-colored True Flame, a peculiar flame of the world, was much more mystical than ordinary flames, and its power was several times stronger.
On the opposite side of the pit was also a platform, and in front of it, a passage extended forward, leading to an unknown destination.
Marshall Morgan frowned.
