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A moment later, most of the cultivators in front of the passage had dispersed. Under the watchful eyes of Su Mu and the other three, Han Li finally stepped into the scorching lava path with a sense of helplessness and resignation.

"Fellow Daoists, I, Tang, will take my leave now. We'll meet again at the teleportation array at the end of the canyon in a few days!"

Su Mu chuckled softly at the bearded man and the others. Before he finished speaking, his figure shot into the lava path like an arrow and disappeared into the crimson heatwave in an instant.

Once Su Mu's figure had completely disappeared, the Extreme Yin Ancestor slowly turned his head to look at the barbarian with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Man, you've witnessed this Fellow Daoist Tang's actions before. Were you able to ascertain his background and origins?"

The bearded man glanced sideways at Ji Yin, a cold smile playing on his lips, his tone carrying a hint of warning.

"This person wields an incomparably powerful demonic artifact, and is accompanied by a rare and exotic spirit beast. Even I cannot fathom the depths of his true strength. My friend, I advise you to abandon your scheming thoughts as soon as possible, lest you bring trouble upon yourself."

Ji Yin remained outwardly calm, but his suspicion of Su Mu lessened considerably. This method differed from his master's, naturally ruling out the possibility he feared most.

"Xiao Cha, you'd better not show up here..."

On the other side, as soon as Su Mu stepped into the Lava Road, a scorching heat wave instantly swept over his entire body, and the world was filled with burning high temperatures.

Looking around, all you see are crimson rocks, the ground is yellowish-brown with a reddish tinge, and the sky is a deep, dark red, making you feel as if you are in a world of flames.

He took a deep breath and found the intense heat, which was unbearable for other cultivators, quite comfortable for him. The strange fire dormant within him stirred slightly, showing a hint of excitement.

Su Mu looked up at the three crimson suns hanging in the sky, quickly determined his direction, and then walked straight ahead. The anti-flying restrictions here were extremely strong, preventing cultivators from flying and forcing them to proceed on foot.

However, with his current level of body refinement, he can move forward at great speed using only his physical strength, so this limitation is naturally nothing.

With a slight push of his feet, he suddenly launched himself forward, a soft popping sound echoing in the air. He sped across the ground, leaving a long, straight trail behind him, his steps light and swift as if walking on flat ground.

Before long, a meadow glowing with an eerie red light appeared ahead. The meadow stretched as far as the eye could see, and every blade of grass was like a red-hot blade, not only incredibly sharp but also wreathed in a strange, fiery spiritual energy.

But Su Mu simply took a step, and a large patch of grass turned to dust, unable to stop him in the slightest.

He paused briefly, flicked his finger, and picked up a few blades of grass, examining them for a moment.

"The ancient cultivators who set up the Void Heaven Palace's checkpoints certainly came up with quite a few strange things."

He shook his head, finding no special value in these spiritual herbs, and immediately set off again at full speed.

Along the way, one could occasionally see the figures of other cultivators. Upon seeing Su Mu's fierce and rapid movement, these people hurriedly moved aside, remaining silent and daring not to provoke him in the slightest.

A day later, Su Mu traversed several treacherous places and arrived at an endless black desert.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of black sand, rubbed it gently in his hand, and with a quick scan of it with his divine sense, he immediately saw the clue.

"As expected, it's black iron ore. This must be the Black Desert restriction triggered by the Star Palace. There must be quite a few iron fire ants hidden inside."

Thinking of this, Su Mu had an idea. He walked straight into the desert for several hundred feet and deliberately released a trace of the aura of the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire.

Almost the instant the aura dissipated, the surrounding sand suddenly churned like ocean waves, and countless black sands rose into the air, condensing into black flying ants with wings.

These fire ants, stirred by the aura of the spiritual fire, instantly went berserk, swarming towards Su Mu in overwhelming numbers.

Su Mu snapped his fingers lightly, and tens of thousands of ghost-patterned moths appeared out of thin air, coalescing into a cloud of ghost-faced insects that headed straight for the swarm of iron fire ants.

The two groups of spirit insects instantly clashed, their hissing incessant. However, the Ghost-Patterned Moth was primarily a support insect and not adept at direct combat.

These iron fire ants not only have tough bodies that are immune to most magical attacks, but they can also spew black flames from their mouths that can corrode magical artifacts, making them quite formidable.

Despite its numerical advantage, the Ghost Moth could only fight the more than 10,000 Fire Ants to a standstill, with insect corpses constantly falling from both sides, each suffering damage.

Su Mu shook his head slightly, raised his hand and summoned tens of thousands of Nether Dust Insects. As soon as the insects' aura dissipated, the originally ferocious Iron Fire Ant swarm suddenly froze, immediately abandoning their fighting and turning into a cloud of black mist to flee in panic.

"Trying to escape?"

Su Mu glanced at the slightly restless Netherworld Dust Insects in front of him, then casually pointed towards the ant colony in the distance.

The Nether Dust Insect immediately merged into the void and silently gave chase. The Iron Fire Ant swarm in the distance was thrown into chaos, scattering in all directions as if being pursued by an invisible force, a truly bizarre sight.

The Nether Dust Insect immediately merged into the void and silently gave chase. The Iron Fire Ant swarm in the distance was thrown into chaos, scattering in all directions as if being pursued by an invisible force, a truly bizarre sight.

After a struggle, the fire ant swarm suddenly quieted down, and the swarm of insects slowly descended onto the desert, where each ant stood motionless, as if asleep.

At this moment, on each of the Ironfire Ants, there was a Netherworld Dust Insect hidden in the void, slowly consuming its soul.

"It's a pity that these fire ants cannot be tamed and will only serve as food for the dust worms."

Whether they are born that way or are domesticated, these fire ants will immediately self-destruct if someone tries to forcibly claim them as their master, without exception.

Su Mu only felt a little regretful, as he already had quite a few spirit insects and demonic beasts to raise, so he wouldn't miss out on this one.

With a change of heart, he stopped thinking about it, collected the swarm of insects, and continued speeding towards the depths of the desert.

After venturing deeper into the desert for another half day, Su Mu arrived at the heart of this black desert.

Along the way, countless fire ants became food for the dust worms, yet even so, the ant colonies deep in the desert remained endless, seemingly inexhaustible.

Just now, he finally sensed the aura of the sub-fire on Yuan Yao's body, but it was still a hundred miles away. He was about to set off for her when he unexpectedly encountered someone else first.

Not far from him, Wan Tianming held an ancient bronze round mirror with a dark yellow halo. The mirror continuously swept out beams of glass-like light, and wherever it passed, the overwhelming swarms of iron fire ants were annihilated in one blow, without even the slightest power to resist.

Su Mu's gaze fell on the bronze round mirror, and he couldn't help but light up slightly.

This item should be the renowned ancient treasure of the Myriad Dharma Sect, the Xuanhuang Mirror.

Legend has it that this treasure is incredibly powerful. Any creature touched by its light will instantly lose its soul and be engulfed by a layer of crystal ridges. Within a few days, the physical body within the ridges will also vanish into nothingness.

"So it's Sect Master Wan in person. This item must be the legendary Xuanhuang Mirror. I wonder if Sect Master Wan has any clues about the Black Desert's restrictions?"

After Wan Tianming had completely wiped out the ant colony, Su Mu walked forward slowly, a hint of doubt on his face, and asked.

Wan Tianming had already sensed his presence. He put away the Xuanhuang Mirror, put his hands behind his back, and looked Su Mu up and down for a moment with an extremely indifferent expression.

"Who is your true identity? Such a secretive and furtive manner makes you no different from a stray dog."

Wan Tianming completely ignored Su Mu's suddenly cold expression and sneered again.

"As for the Black Desert restriction, you surely already know the answer, so why ask? However, the Star Palace has gone too far this time, and I must demand an explanation from them!"