Chapter 963 – Burning the Heart with Fire (II) (2/2)
His footsteps were extremely heavy and slow. Each step left a clear imprint on the stone path.
After some time, the Wildfire in the stone path abruptly vanished.
The curtain of smoke dropping down from the brim of the bamboo hat had faded so much that it was almost invisible.
Half of his handsome face was revealed, occasionally flashing with a smear of pain.
To walk through this path laden with the Wildfire of the Celestial Tree, he had suffered some very painful injuries.
But the greatest pain was in his heart.
He had used two divine artifacts preserved in the Demon Palace for many years. Who knew when they might eventually recover?
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The young man in the bamboo hat stood silently in front of a swamp.
He knew that this was not a real swamp.
Though he was several dozen zhang away, he could still feel a choking heat, with even the edge of his clothes beginning to crinkle.
It was too hot here, even hotter than the baptism of Wildfire in the stone path. This place was probably deep underground.
The cavern here was enormous and empty. Countless tree roots of varying thickness hung from its roof.
Those tree roots were spread throughout, boring deeply into the walls of black stone.
These were probably the roots of the Celestial Tree.
Whether it was the black stone walls or the swamp before him, they were hot to an inconceivable level.
The light emerging from the stone path and some other place diffused before it had time to land.
He could not understand how the roots of the Celestial Tree could live so well.
The entirety of this underground cavern seemed like an illusion.
A rock dropped from the roof of the cavern. After ten-some seconds, it finally landed in the swamp.
A small hole appeared in the surface of the swamp, which seemed to be made of congealed, black oil.
A flame shot out of the hole, looking like a dragon of fire.
The flame struck the roof, transforming into countless embers that set several roots ablaze.
The 'swamp' was actually magma.
The young man raised his head to the roof, his expression shifting as he saw the blazing roots.
The roots were not actually burning.
The flames were actually being extinguished.
They were being swallowed by the roots.
The nutrients the Celestial Trees required came from the magma flowing underground?
Even with his most esteemed status and incredibly broad experiences, he was still somewhat stunned by this sight.
When he thought of the task he was soon to undertake, he couldn't but feel a little nervous. Only after gripping the two chilly objects in his sleeve did he feel a little more at ease.