The lake surface returned to tranquility, and the shadow of the Divine Phoenix gradually dissipated as if it had never appeared.
Gu Sheng finally looked back, at the ashes scattered everywhere, and sneered.
"Attacking the Magma Lake is profaning the body of the Divine Phoenix, courting death."
Zhang Tianxing’s face was ashen, his lips trembling speechlessly.
The elite of the Divine Blood Sect he was so proud of, had all perished just like that.
"Gu, your strategies are genius!"
The disciples of the Sun and Moon Sect cheered.
Xu Hansong’s eyes showed a flash of jealousy but he quickly concealed it.
He quickly walked to the edge of the lake and probed.
"Gu, this magma seems beneficial to you. I wonder if I could..."
Gu Sheng glanced at him.
"Anyone below the Fifth Layer Heaven, whose bone marrow is not refined, will die upon entry. You’re not even at the Second Layer Heaven; are you seeking death?"
Xu Hansong’s face alternated between blue and white as he awkwardly stepped back.
Gu Sheng stood in the middle of the lake, his legs below the knees completely submerged in magma, his skin carbonizing in the high temperature and rapidly regenerating. Each cycle made his muscle fibers tougher.
"Ah—!"
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the shore.
A martial artist under Xu Hansong was rolling on the ground holding a broken leg; his right foot had vanished with the fracture scorched black, and even the blood had evaporated instantly.
The martial artist’s face was pale, with beads of sweat the size of beans continuously rolling down his forehead, clearly enduring immense pain.
"Useless!"
Xu Hansong snorted coldly, eyes full of disgust, but that disgust was immediately replaced by jealousy when he looked at Gu Sheng in the molten rock lake.
Zhang Tianxing stood by, unconsciously rubbing the longsword at his waist, his eyes gleaming.
"Xu, it seems that guy didn’t lie to us; this molten rock is indeed not something ordinary people can touch."
Xu Hansong’s face was gloomy, not replying immediately.
He stared at Gu Sheng’s looming figure in the magma, his fists clenched unconsciously.
With every inch Gu Sheng went deeper, the aura he emitted grew stronger, and this visible progress ignited jealousy in Xu’s heart.
"Let’s go."
Xu Hansong suddenly turned away.
"Since there’s nothing for us here, let’s check elsewhere."
Zhang Tianxing raised an eyebrow and followed Xu Hansong’s footsteps.
"Xu, are you just giving up like this?"
"Humph, you think I want to?"
Xu Hansong lowered his voice.
"But that woman Tantai Bingtang might come back at any moment. If we act against that guy..."
Zhang Tianxing’s eyes had a sinister look.
"Xu, you’re overthinking it. Opportunities and dangers coexist in the Secret Realm. Who can guarantee that guy will come out alive?"
Xu Hansong paused, turning to look at Zhang Tianxing.
"Zhang, what do you mean?"
The two exchanged a glance, tacitly quickened their pace, and soon disappeared into the mist around the molten rock lake with their respective followers.
In the molten rock lake, Gu Sheng closed his eyes, feeling the changes in his legs.
The burning of the magma was no longer as painful as it initially was, and though the speed of regeneration had slowed, each regeneration made the bones more crystalline, the muscles tighter.
"Not enough yet..."
Gu Sheng murmured to himself, urging the circulation of Qi-Blood in his body.

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