This is a dead and desolate place shrouded in magma.
The burning clouds resembled a sea of blood, dyeing the greater part of the firmament crimson. Charred volcanic ridges had split into chasms tens of thousands of feet deep, within which golden-red lava surged like rivers.
Across the surface of the semi-solidified basalt, dark brown textures were faintly visible, and every fissure spewed toxic smoke and turbid flames capable of melting the physical bodies of Primordial Spirit Cultivators.
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