Originally.
This crack was merely a temporary hiding place for him, used to avoid the eyes and ears of the Slaughter Hall disciples.
So, Ye Qingchen didn't pay much attention to it.
But now, upon careful inspection, the crack was not just a palm-sized spot, but rather had another passage. Looking at the direction of that passage, it leads directly toward the volcano.
"Could it be?"
Ye Qingchen's heart flickered with thought, quickly stepping inside.
Currently, the Slaughter Hall is still outside, and this tunnel seems quite strange.
As he went deeper.
The light within the tunnel became increasingly dim, and the surroundings turned pitch black.
However, this did not affect Ye Qingchen in the slightest; he walked step by step toward the depths of the tunnel. The more he walked, the more he was shocked; this tunnel seemed to lead endlessly down to the underground.
The deeper he went, the higher the temperature became, almost as if it was burning away the surrounding air.
