They descended into the sea of fire for roughly a hundred zhang before they finally reached the bottom.
The scalding molten rock warped even the golden sheen that fell off the copper basin.
Wu Qingbo bore the copper basin on his head and patrolled the sea floor, drawing up a geomantic chart of the undersea, and at the same time he opened his法眼 and sensed the flow of the fire spiritual qi, searching for the traces of the earth meridians.
He did not sheath the Nine-Yang Firecloud Chain; he hung it over his person so that his benefactor could clearly see the talismanic patterns on the chain.
Cheng Xinzhan watched intently.
This sort of binding array he had never seen before.
Everyone knew that the Daoist world prized technique and treasure over mere dogma — fine relics usually hid clever secrets.
Since he had such a close opportunity to study, Cheng Xinzhan would not let it pass.
Once Qingbo began the search, he spent a full ten days hunting.
The unbearable heat and poisonous fumes beneath the fire sea made him break off from time to time to rest and restore his magical force.
His subordinates who scouted above were even less able to withstand the violent fire-smoke; lacking proper travel tokens, they often suffered and had to be taken up by Qingbo to breathe fresh air.
"Found it!"