Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

After Xiao Muchen had experienced a thrilling and arduous battle in the Purple Fire Space, he barely managed to find a moment of respite from the siege of the surging and endless flame creatures. At this moment, he looked extremely embarrassed. His originally tough and neat clothes were now tattered and burned to tatters by the raging flames, almost like rags, which could only barely cover the key parts of his body and could not play the role of normal clothes to cover the body.

His exposed skin was covered with shocking burn marks. Some places were swollen and bulging, as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, showing a terrible purple-red color; some places were torn apart, and the blood just oozed out, but was instantly evaporated by the extremely high temperature around, leaving only dried blood scabs and deep-seated pain.

However, despite the unimaginable pain and extreme fatigue in his body, Xiao Muchen's eyes remained firm as iron, without the slightest wavering or retreating intention. His eyes revealed a strong will that would never give up and would never yield, as if he was announcing his unyielding spirit to this cruel world.

He gasped for air, his chest rising and falling violently, like an old bellows, making heavy and rapid breathing sounds. Every breath he took was accompanied by a burning pain that penetrated deep into his bones, as if what he inhaled was not air, but extremely hot magma, which made his throat and lungs seem to be burned by fire.

At this moment, a mysterious and ethereal voice, as if it came from ancient times, suddenly sounded in his defenseless mind: "Young man, if you want to obtain the power of the Purple Lan Youlian Fire, you must find the Purple Fire Heart."

Xiao Muchen was startled. The voice seemed to have traveled through endless time and space, coming from the depths of the distant universe. It also seemed to explode directly in the deepest part of his soul, carrying an indescribable majesty, mystery and vicissitudes. He subconsciously became extremely nervous in an instant, and hurriedly looked around anxiously, his eyes full of confusion and anxiety, trying to find the source of the voice: "Who are you? Where is the Purple Fire Heart?"

However, the only response he got was the blazing, jumping, and endlessly mocking purple flames around him. Apart from that, there was no other tangible existence, and the mysterious voice also disappeared without a trace like a fleeting bright meteor in the night sky, and no longer gave him any response.

Xiao Muchen frowned, and fell into deep thought. He knew very well that in this purple fire space full of endless unknowns and deadly dangers, any abnormality could be the key clue to life or death. The appearance of this mysterious voice was no accident. It was like a guiding light that flickered in the darkness. Although it only flashed for a short time, it pointed out a possible direction for him to move forward.

He tried to calm his mind, which was almost in chaos due to tension and fatigue, and began to carefully recall his experiences after entering the Purple Fire Space. The thrilling and fierce battle scenes with those ferocious and violent flame creatures were replayed clearly in his mind like a movie replay. The strange and complex flame patterns on those creatures, which contained mysterious power, and the unique patterns and rhythms of their attacks, all flashed through his mind one by one.

He still remembered the broken and distorted scenes filled with endless fear and despair that he saw in that strange and bizarre fantasy that had drawn him in and made him unable to extricate himself. Those lingering nightmare-like images kept flickering, interweaving, and merging, as if trying to tell him some crucial secret in an obscure and mysterious way.

While thinking deeply, Xiao Muchen suddenly felt that the flames around him were no longer beating wildly and disorderly as before, but were pulsating regularly, as if conveying some obscure and mysterious information to him that he was eager to interpret. He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed every flicker and jump of the flame with full concentration. Between the flickering of the flames, there seemed to be an elusive rhythm hidden, like an ancient and mysterious code, waiting for him to crack it with wisdom and courage.

Xiao Muchen made up his mind to follow the rhythm of the flames, and walked forward carefully, step by step. He was extremely cautious with every step he took, as if the ground under his feet was not ordinary, but full of invisible traps. The ground under his feet was so hot that he could clearly feel the heat that could almost melt steel through the soles of his shoes. Every step he took was like stepping on a red-hot iron, and the pain went deep into his bones, making him almost faint.

Along the way, Xiao Muchen remained highly alert, his spirit tense to the extreme, not daring to relax or be careless. From time to time, the flames pounced on him like a ferocious beast out of a cage, and he had to constantly use the little remaining and almost exhausted fighting spirit in his body to form a shield to resist with difficulty. Sweat continued to pour out like a river bursting its banks, and was instantly evaporated mercilessly by the extremely high temperature around him, leaving only white salt stains on his face and body, making him look like a laborer who had just struggled out of the hard work in a salt mine, embarrassed and exhausted.

As he went deeper, the flames in the space became more intense, and the color gradually changed from the original bright and vivid purple to a deep and depressing dark purple, even close to black. The temperature of the flames rose sharply, as if it could vaporize all the matter in the world in an instant and disappear without a trace. Xiao Muchen felt as if he was in a huge, boundless furnace with no exit or hope. Every inch of his skin was suffering from unbearable burning pain, and every cell was groaning, trembling, and struggling in pain under this extremely high temperature.

But Xiao Muchen had no intention of retreating. He clenched his teeth, and the facial muscles that were tense due to extreme pain looked particularly hideous. He kept repeating the words of the mysterious voice in his heart, as if it was a powerful spell with magical power that could give him unlimited power, supporting him to continue to move forward in this almost desperate predicament. He firmly believed that the direction pointed by the mysterious voice must be correct. As long as he could find the Purple Fire Heart, he would be able to control the powerful and frightening power of the Purple Lotus Fire. For this goal, he was willing to endure all the pain and pay any price, even his own life.

After walking in this purgatory-like environment for an unknown period of time, Xiao Muchen's physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion, and the consumption of his fighting spirit also made him feel extremely tired and weak. His steps became heavy and slow, as if he needed to use all his strength to take each step. His eyes also began to show a trace of trance and confusion, as if he might lose consciousness and fall into a coma at any time.

Just when he was about to collapse due to extreme fatigue and weakness, a huge, terrifying and intimidating vortex of fire appeared before his eyes.

The vortex was like a huge, bloody, and insatiable monster, spinning ruthlessly and crazily. Flames were whistling, surging, and raging in it, forming a powerful firestorm that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, and making a deafening roar that seemed to tear the soul apart. A powerful suction force came from the center of the vortex, as if it wanted to ruthlessly swallow up all the surrounding matter, turning it into nothingness and disappearing forever in this endless darkness.

Xiao Muchen looked at the frightening scene in front of him, which almost made him lose all his courage, and couldn't help but hesitate. He knew that once he stepped into this vortex, he might face a more unknown, more dangerous, and more desperate situation, and he might even be trapped in this endless darkness and pain forever. But if he retreated, all the hardships he had experienced before, all the efforts he had made, and all the pain he had endured would be in vain, and all his hopes would be completely shattered.

After this brief yet long hesitation, which seemed to have frozen time, Xiao Muchen's eyes were rekindled with an incomparably firm and dazzling light. His lips, which were slightly pale due to fatigue and pain, slightly raised, revealing a resolute, fearless smile: "No matter what unknown dangers are waiting for me ahead, I will bravely go and try!"

After saying this, he took a deep breath, as if to gather up the last bit of strength in his body. Then, he took firm and steady steps without hesitation, and walked into the vortex of fire that was full of unknowns and dangers and seemed to be able to devour everything...