Through the puppet’s eyes, He Lingchuan took in his surroundings and understood that the Grand Return Sect had not opened this cave abode here on a whim.

So-called blessed grotto-heavens did not always refer to places overflowing with spirit qi, warm winds, and spring scenery. Ancient immortals had opened cave abodes on snowy mountaintops and within worlds of magma precisely so they could feel the raw might of heaven and earth and contemplate the natural workings of creation.

Ancient immortals might have been able to jump straight into magma for a hot mud bath, but people of the present era would never dare.

It was too hot ahead, so the puppet did not continue forward. Instead, it reached into the sack, took out pieces of spirit-surging ore, and threw them one by one into the magma pool.

Every time it threw a piece, it shouted, “Guardian Spirit of Mount Xu, show yourself at once!”

The cavern was spacious, and the shout echoed as it rolled out over the magma, lingering for a long time.

Spirit-surging ore was loose and crumbly by nature, and He Lingchuan had already smashed it with a hammer beforehand. Even the largest piece weighed no more than two to three kilograms, making it just the right weight for an ordinary person...