Chapter 1177
Leaving the Holy Temple felt like stepping into another world.
The view was expansive, seemingly endless.
"Boom!"
A scorching torrent swept in, suffocating.
"Hmm?"
Asura frowned, as the entire Holy Mountain was in a freezing state, yet here it was unbearably hot.
Asura walked forward step by step, until suddenly, the path disappeared.
Ahead lay an abyss, accompanied by a rumbling sound, as if something gigantic was rolling.
Asura raised an eyebrow and looked below.
The abyss was crimson, turning faces red; it was filled with molten lava, reminiscent of a volcanic eruption.
Endless red lava rolled like rivers, occasionally surging with heat waves, a fire of extreme temperature that would soon turn any life into ashes upon contact.
Surrounding the area were ancient Primitive Tribe altar structures, with various sculptures and statues.
This was likely the Forbidden Land; probably only the Holy Mountain's higher-ups could enter.
