In the vast lava lake, bubbles would occasionally surge up from the depths and burst with a POP, spattering magma like an exploding crimson sun. To gaze upon it was to feel as insignificant as an ant, as though peering into the deep void of a starry sea.
And the one responsible for making the True Dragon open its eyes, BaKi, hovered a thousand meters above the lava lake. At such a height, he could only vaguely make out the obsidian-black edge of the lake, unable to see its full extent.
He was now the one closest to Northern Boundary Mountain. [Feng] had long since fallen into the lava with the Enlightenment Fruit Tree, dissipating into white smoke.
