Gu Jianlin cleared his throat and spoke seriously, "It's nothing. Is that the blade created by the Candle Dragon Venerable?"
He glanced around, searching through the bizarre chaos of dancing demons.
"No need to look; it's not here."
Ji Zhou raised a hand and made a sweeping motion in the air, his palm emanating intricate, ancient patterns.
Space in front of them twisted and revealed three enormous chasms.
The first chasm burned with blistering flames, faintly revealing a menacing blood-red demon sword suspended mid-air. The terrifying heat warped the air, sending waves of scorching heat rolling outward.
The second chasm gleamed with golden brilliance; deep within the darkness stood an imposing, ancient golden throne. Its immense and majestic stature was adorned with fiery crimson patterns, faintly aglow with light.
