Two days passed, getting closer and closer to the Underworld.
Chen Lan estimated that within five days, flying at full speed, he would certainly reach the Underworld.
"Hmm? Such a dense aura of the Dao of Fire." In the sky, Chen Lan suddenly paused. Throughout his flight, his Divine Sense was always active, constantly scanning to avoid missing any Supreme Treasures.
Sensing this Dao of Fire aura, Chen Lan immediately dove downward. He wasn't willing to miss anything that could make him stronger; right now, he urgently needed to become stronger.
Upon landing, he arrived at an open space. Despite it being an open area, it was teeming with people as if some ceremony was taking place. Each one was bare-chested, painted with various peculiar runes, and chanting something in a strange language that Chen Lan could not understand.
Chen Lan frowned slightly, could this be some cult sacrifice ritual?
