On a boat, floating above the clouds, Shen Xu and the others eagerly watched the sea.
A moment later, the sea began to boil and a smell like rotten eggs diffused into the atmosphere.
"I want to vomit." Yang Shi cursed and anxiously covered his nose.
Seeing this, Shen Xu rolled his eyes and sealed his senses.
'Idiot.' He thought but didn't remind Yang Shi to seal his senses.
As they watched, the sea turned red and waves of heat rose into the sky, scattering the gathered clouds.
"We are still too close." Feng Xue said and operated the ship to rise higher.
Barely a moment later, streams of fire rushed up and water bubbles began to burst.
This eruption lasted two months.
When it was finally over, the sea calmed down but the surrounding temperature was unusually high.
"This place is a blessed land for fire spiritual root cultivators." Shen Xu said.
However, he didn't think of retreating.
