Fourth day.

The 1000 foot tall ice and fire mountain below the pool of soup was now less than a hundred feet in size. It was like an eggshell, as thin as film and capable of shattering at any moment. And what was more astonishing was that the mountain phantom was still sinking, as if this pool of soup was really some bottomless abyss.

Qin Yu sat down cross-legged. When he looked at the barrier he could clearly see the situation outside. Looking down deeper, the color of the pool of soup became thicker, as if it were brewed from endless amounts of blood. The thick scarlet color unexpectedly formed some strange soul-stirring beauty.

It was like an endless flower of perdition, rolling in the wind and stretching into the endless horizon…but right now, Qin Yu really wasn’t in the mood to enjoy such a gorgeous scene hidden deep below the surface. Moreover, he was well aware that when the barrier was finally eaten away, this ‘beautiful scene’ would eat him up whole, not leaving anything behind.

Although his life was far more glorious and wonderful than how he imagined...