The closer Song Jian got to the building, the higher the temperature rose. He even felt as if the air around him was on fire.
Once inside the building, Song Jian realized that there was no sign of any modern civilization. The building interior was like a deep cave with walls and pillars wrapped in thick rock. The rocks glowed with a dark red light, fissures branched out like veins, oozing a sticky red liquid. The liquid flowed slowly through these fissures, all converging into a bowl-shaped nest in the depths of the hall.
The nest, with a diameter of more than ten meters, was carved out of hot stone, glowing with heat. Embedded on its surface were fist-sized mineral crystals. A thin golden string connected these crystals, their arrangement giving off a sense of a magic array. The closer one got, the more dangerous it felt.
The bowl-shaped nest was like a pot filled with boiling magma, constantly churning in the nest and illuminating half of the great hall with a dark red glow.
