This Volcano was surprisingly tall. Mo Ling flew along the mountain range for a long time without reaching the summit.
Scalding rivers of lava flowed down, and thick volcanic ash concealed the true appearance of the Celestial God Volcano.
Through the grayish haze, Mo Ling could only make out the faint outline of a massive mountain range.
The higher he went, the hotter the lava burned and the steeper the slopes became. The creatures here also grew increasingly strange.
A creature resembling a red quilt clung tightly to the rugged volcanic rock, motionless, like patches of red moss.
'Is this some kind of plant?'
Mo Ling watched from high in the sky, marveling at the sight.
A type of deer, its body covered in an insect-like carapace, hopped about on the rock walls, searching for this red moss. Once it found a patch, it would call to its companions, and they would swarm the area, devouring the moss entirely.
