Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

The scene before him suddenly distorted, and when it came back to normal, Jiang Chuan found himself in a completely unfamiliar world.

There were no sun, moon, or stars overhead, only rolling waves of fire, the crimson flames covering the sky and earth, as if they were about to burn the world to ashes.

The air was scorching hot.

It felt like inhaling it would scald my internal organs.

"It's so hot!"

A Stone Demon Clan prodigy beside him said in a muffled voice.

The Stone Demon race is already considered to have an excellent resistance to fire elements, but the others traveling with Jiang Chuan all looked uncomfortable, while he seemed completely unaffected.

Jiang Chuan ignored everyone and quickly scanned his surroundings.

All the prodigies from various races have entered the secret realm.

Not far away, four prodigies of the Fire Demon Clan huddled together, their bodies surrounded by flickering flames.

The leader was a pure-blooded royal with an exceptionally large and imposing physique.

He was turning his head to look around.

His tone was excited: "The fire element here is so concentrated, it's practically a treasure trove for our Fire Demon race! It seems this opportunity is definitely ours!"

The Holy Blood alien race living in the Molten Realm generally possesses the innate fire resistance.

But none of them can compare to the Fire Demons.

They live by eating fire.

It certainly has unique advantages in such an extreme environment.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze, and his mental perception silently spread out, with the rustling of grass and the movement of the grass within a hundred miles surging into his perception like a tide.

The outlines of ancient architectural ruins are drawn out.

At the same time, he also sensed that there were invisible dangers everywhere in this world, and the aura of those dangers made even him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan opened his eyes and looked at a restless figure in the distance.

He was a prodigy of the Feather Clan, with a slender figure and dazzling golden wings, like a golden bird cast entirely in stone.

They are not alien races born from the Molten Realm.

Instead, it comes from another region.

At this moment, I am feeling irritable because of the sweltering heat.

"What kind of awful place is this...!"

With a single turn, it crashed directly into a 'danger' that Jiang Chuan sensed. In an instant, the sky shone brightly, and a terrifying power suddenly emerged, transforming into raging flames that engulfed it, burning it to ashes in a flash!

"What's going on!?"

"Be careful, this is an ancient formation! These are the most common traps found in ancient ruins; their power can kill even a god!"

"That terrifying?!"

The surrounding alien races were thrown into a panic, but no riot broke out. Everyone knew that in this situation, anyone who lost their composure would only die faster.

"Formation..."

Jiang Chuan muttered to himself.

His talent for telepathy allows him to sense the existence of ancient formations in advance, which is undoubtedly a huge advantage.

However, it is obvious that he is not the only one with this ability.

far away.

The prodigies of the One-Eyed Clan had already begun to move without making a sound.

Just then, a crimson-gold flame suddenly swept in from the direction of the entrance to the secret realm and hovered steadily above the group of races.

The flames died down.

The heroic face of the Dragon Clan's divine son was revealed.

A pair of crimson-gold dragon horns gleamed faintly with a fiery glow in the dim light. His vertical pupils slowly swept over the alien army below, and then he suddenly spoke:

"Fire Demon Clan, Stone Demon Clan, One-Eyed Clan, all of you three clans, come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere below froze for a moment.

The burly leader of the Fire Demon Clan was the first to react. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately bowed and said, "As the divine son commands!"

The leader of the One-Eyed Clan hesitated only briefly before lowering his enormous single eye: "The One-Eyed Clan is willing to serve the Son of God."

Jiang Chuan's mind raced.

He had the ability to resist, but resistance meant exposure, and besides, he knew nothing about this secret realm, while this divine son of the Fierce Dragon Clan clearly possessed some intelligence.

He remained expressionless, and following the example of the other two races, bowed and said, "The Stone Demon Clan respectfully obeys the command of the Divine Son."

Long Yuan seemed quite satisfied with their attitude, but without offering any further explanation, he simply said, "Keep up."

Having said that, he blurred into a streak of crimson-gold flame and sped off toward the due north.

The three clans' prodigies leaped forward and followed.

The group of figures traveled for about half an hour under the scorching heat of the flames.

As Jiang Chuan had predicted, the divine son of the Fierce Dragon Clan was extremely familiar with the secret realm and managed to avoid all the array formations and restrictions along the way.

It flew for another fifteen minutes.

Longyuan's figure landed in front of a solitary peak that was a hundred feet high.

The mountain peak was extremely regular in shape, like a pyramid with its top flattened.

At different heights of the mountain, several spiritual fields are distributed in layers like terraced fields, each of which is shrouded in a semi-transparent light shield.

Inside the light shield, all sorts of wondrous spiritual herbs and immortal plants were growing.

Some are entirely silvery-white like frost, while others are a ghostly blue like will-o'-the-wisps. Their roots are embedded in the mountainside, and their branches and leaves spread out, scattering specks of light.

The higher you go.

The more precious the spiritual herbs that grow in the spiritual field, the more valuable they are.

At the highest point of that mountain, in a spiritual field three feet square, there was only one spiritual herb growing alone in the very center.

The spiritual herb shone as brightly as the sun, radiating a crimson-gold light that was impossible to look directly at. It had only nine leaves, each shaped like a sword with fine flame patterns flowing along its edges. At the very top of the stem in the center, it held a fruit the size of a fist. The surface of the fruit was covered with patterns like dragon scales, and with each breath, its flickering light would cause the surrounding void to distort slightly.

The moment Long Yuan saw the spiritual herb, an undisguised greed rose in his vertical pupils.

He looked at the three clans' prodigies.

He said casually, "Go! Whoever can bring back the 'Blazing Sun Dragon Scale Fruit' from the mountaintop for me will be richly rewarded!"

This statement came out.

The expressions of the three clans' prodigies changed instantly.

They're not fools; this is clearly a ploy to use them as cannon fodder to test the waters.

Who knows?

That mountain is covered with countless terrifying arrays and restrictions!

Just now at the entrance, the death of that Feather Clan prodigy was witnessed by all the races. A Saint Blood alien race at the peak of the eighth level died in an instant, leaving not even ashes behind!

The one-eyed tribe leader hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward with a stiff upper lip and bowed to Long Yuan: "Divine Son, we are naturally willing to serve the Fierce Dragon Clan, but the array here is too powerful. With our strength, we might be annihilated before we can even react. In that case, not only will we be unable to help you, Divine Son, but we will also delay important matters. Perhaps we should return to our clan to gather more array-breaking forces..."

Before he could finish speaking, Long Yuan suddenly raised his right hand, and a crimson-gold flame palm print exploded on the chest of the one-eyed tribe leader without warning. It was so fast that no one present except Jiang Chuan could see how he made the move.

boom!!

The burly leader of the one-eyed tribe was blasted away, his chest armor shattering into countless iron-gray fragments, leaving a clear handprint indented in his chest.

His body tumbled through the air more than a dozen times before crashing heavily onto the rock face dozens of meters away, causing a large section of the mountain to crack and collapse.

When the smoke and dust cleared, he lay motionless in the pile of rubble, and no trace of life could be sensed.

The entire ethnic group paled.

Long Yuan slowly withdrew his hand, a chilling crimson-gold light surging in his vertical pupils: "Didn't you bunch of trash hear what I just said? Go when I tell you to go, why all the nonsense?!"