With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 635 - 555: Exploring the Fiery Cavern, The Hounds on the Trail!
Getting closer, Liao Qing finally couldn’t hold on either.
Slowly retreating like the other two, he hid within the blue shield created by Meng Chuan and Master Liaohai, surrounded by a faint mist of water vapor.
Halfway up the climb, Meng Chuan took a step forward.
With his hand shielding his forehead, he gazed at the distant volcano crater.
His eyesight was excellent, allowing him to see the red-cracked rock walls near the crater.
Faintly, he could see magma emerging, snaking like a venomous serpent through the ravines.
Sulfur sparks sprayed out, creating distorted ripples in the air.
Charred bones were half-buried in the scorching volcanic ash, disintegrating into powder with a light step.
Rumbling sound!
His body rocking, Meng Chuan steadied himself by holding his knee, feeling the tremors beneath his feet.
Suddenly, dozens of "molten fire tendrils" wrapped in magma shot out from a nearby fissure.
Like a burning steel whip, they lashed down with a crack, scattering dark red sparks as everyone dodged repeatedly.
Where the thick magma dripped, the rocks instantly corroded into honeycomb-like holes of varying sizes.
The group quickly changed their formation, as Master Liaohai’s fists glimmered with black water light, and heavy water turned into a canopy, extinguishing the flowing magma spreading towards them.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan slowly withdrew his kidney water, advising:
"The three of you wait below the volcano, Master Liaohai and I will go in."
The situation was clear, the lair of the Flame Giant was beneath the magma pool inside the crater.
This was no ordinary volcano, but a "demonized volcano" catalyzed by Fiery Sun Heaven, containing a vast amount of poisonous fire.
Seeing the sorry state of the three monks, they clearly couldn’t go down.
After Meng Chuan spoke, Liao Chen was the first to raise his hand in agreement.
"Buddha can barely hold on, I’ll keep watch below."
Liao Qing and Liao Yuan nodded repeatedly without a hint of hesitation.
Are they joking, getting too close would almost melt them.
Jumping down further would be a death wish, wouldn’t it?
"Master Liaohai, how about you?"
Meng Chuan asked, he only knew his own situation.
With fire resistance and kidney water inside him, coupled with his naturally strong physique.
Here, even if the lava were more fierce than outside, swimming through it wouldn’t be an issue.
But he could only protect himself, unable to share the special attributes and physique with others.
"No problem for me, this heavy water of mine is not just for show.
If I had the cultivation of a Grandmaster, even extinguishing the entire volcano wouldn’t be out of reach!"
Seeing Liaohai’s confident demeanor, Meng Chuan nodded and said no more, leading the way to continue climbing toward the crater.
The mystical black water technique used by him indeed seemed extraordinary, likely posing no problem.
...
At the crater, they were the two uninvited guests.
Reaching the edge, the sulfurous smoke greeted them, causing his throat to feel tight.
Heat waves baked the rock walls into web-like cracks as Meng Chuan brushed his toes over them.
With a slight force on the loose stones, they tumbled down into the churning red magma pool below.
Following the path of the falling stones, the pool appeared to swell like a living creature.
The surface constantly erupted viscous magma bubbles, and the splattering fire rain stretched into thin lines in the air.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan felt a bit worried.
"...Master Liaohai, are you sure there’s no problem?"
Liaohai also showed a pained expression, not rushing to respond.
Approaching cautiously, he flicked his hand, sending out a black water blade.
The rolling magma swallowed it, leaving not a trace.
After two breaths, the magma surface exploded with a roar.
Instantly, a large concave area formed, with splattered lava burning carbonized marks on the rock walls.
"No problem."
Liaohai raised an eyebrow, full of confidence.
Meng Chuan looked at him, his expression showing some surprise.
What type of martial arts produced this formidable water True Qi? It’s quite impressive.
Once they’re out, he planned to inquire further.
As everyone knew, he was very eager to learn...
"Then I’ll go first, Master Liaohai, you follow me."
With these words, Meng Chuan leapt down.
"Hey! You..."
Liaohai hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Meng Chuan jump down without any protection, like diving into boiling oil.
With a splash, Meng Chuan surfaced from the magma.
His head poked out, and he shouted up to Liaohai:
"Come down!"
"...Coming."
Witnessing this, Liaohai almost choked, struggling to speak.
His gaze was fixed on Meng Chuan floating and sinking in the magma, his bare chest without a single scorch mark.
The entire blazing pool seemed to part for him like warm water!
How could this be second limit?
Even martial arts masters specializing in Xingyi Five Elements Fire Attribute wouldn’t dare to easily venture into the demonized magma pool!
The heavy water in Liaohai’s hands turned more sticky and heavy, rising from his waist and slowly enveloping his body.
When everything was ready, he cautiously bit his teeth and jumped down from the hole.
With a splash...
The sticky heavy water collided with the surrounding magma, eroding and neutralizing each other.
A piercing "hissing" sound erupted as white steam rose up.
The black water encased his entire body like armor, supporting him as he slowly moved.
As the heavy water shield was continuously deformed by the pressure of the magma, he had to occasionally divert his kidney water and True Qi to repair and fill it.
Ten feet ahead of him, near the interior rock walls of the crater.
Meng Chuan swam with ease, not even a bubble emerging.
It was as if this entire magma pool was as comfortable as his own hot spring.
He dove down, resurfacing moments later, and waved to him:
"Master Liaohai, hurry, there’s a cave below."
Liaohai’s throat moved as the heavy water thickened by three degrees.
"Coming."
...
When Liaohai swam over, the two submerged one after another.
Meng Chuan’s arms parted the thick magma, the blazing flow gliding harmlessly over his slightly reddened skin.
