In the endless darkness, Lin Chen's body shuttled under the control of the black smoke, and from time to time, flames and thunder would strike, but each time they fell on Lin Chen, they were devoured by the black smoke.
And Lin Chen's entire body, guided by the black smoke, kept heading in one direction.
...
At the end of the darkness, a golden lamp of ancient design was suspended.
The body of the lamp glowed with a dark golden luster, its surface engraved with numerous runes, resonating and coexisting with the pure white flame dancing at the wick.
The base of the lamp was inlaid with nine entwined dragon-patterned reliefs, with faint golden threads of energy held in the dragons' mouths.
Yan Feng looked at the ancient lamp in front of him, his face filled with excitement.
His purpose for coming was to prevent anyone from taking the treasure, but if the opportunity arose, he also wanted to take the treasure himself.
The treasure was this very lamp in front of him!
