Red magma was shining and emitting scorching heat as it broiled the rocks and layers of soil in the vicinity until it all turned red through and through.
Chu Feng burned the Little Daoist's "rock carvings" to the point where nothing was left. Red liquid flowed on the ground like gurgling and surging molten iron as it spread and passed over it.
"Son, slowly study attentively beneath the ground. This is our Chu Family's most valuable treasure passed on through the generations. It contains a world-startling secret that powerhouses from the Yang Realm will be envious about if they got to know about it. Comprehend it well."
After he said such words, some kind of emotion seemed to appear in this world as though there really was someone listening nearby. It seemed as though there was an endless feeling of regret that was slowly dissipating away.
"Child, take a very good look!" said Chu Feng.