On the other hand.
Blackie and Ning Chenxin each entered the inheritance ruins.
Hong Ying, meanwhile, continued deeper into the secret realm.
As for Blackie—
In that moment, he was already deep within the grand hall of the ruins.
What met his eyes—
Was an endless purgatory.
The sky was shrouded in dense black clouds, with thunder rolling violently overhead.
Thunder roared, as if lightning dragons howled and raged through the sky.
On the ground, countless cracks zigzagged across the land.
Within these fissures, lava slowly flowed, scorching heat surging upward and burning the very air, distorting space itself!
Blackie had also passed through trial after trial to make it here.
At his side stood a tall, bare-chested man, arms crossed over his chest.
The man's entire body was bronze-hued.
His face was stern and cold. Gazing at the scene before him, he muttered, "So this must be the inheritance ground."
