When Han Ye stood up again.
Before him was an open expanse of another world, with towering mountains that reached a kilometer high, touching the sky.
As far as the eye could see, there was one every hundred meters.
The surrounding atmosphere was very dry, and a touch of dark red topped the distant mountain peak, emanating a wave of heat as if from a volcano.
"Indeed, there's no one around, but the climate inside the Golden Cicada Secret Realm is harsher than I imagined."
Han Ye extended his spiritual sense and continued toward the mountain peaks. The temperature in the air was increasing, and the rocks were scorching hot.
Luckily, he had purchased a Cold Soul Bead in advance. With the bead around his neck, he felt no heat at all, instead, it was significantly refreshing.
