Chapter 153: The Ancient Zhenhuang Palace

Mengchen was speechless for a moment; as a Zhenhuang, this creature naturally didn't fear the magma, yet it hadn't considered their situation in the slightest.

"What are we to do?"

Mengchen looked back, gazing at the Tianhu Shaonü and the other three by his side, his face full of helplessness.

Xiyao, Yuechan, Heizi, and the Tianhu Shaonü all shook their heads, signaling their helplessness.

The temperature of this magma was not just ordinarily high; he feared that even if they exhausted their Divine Power, they would be unable to insulate themselves from that scorching heat.

"Hey! Why are you all just standing there stunned!"

A moment later, the little Zhenhuang poked its head out from the magma and called out quite arrogantly.

Seeing this, Mengchen rolled his eyes and looked at the little Zhenhuang, probing, "You want us to be refined by the magma! If you want us dead, just do it yourself; why go through all this? I imagine with your strength, it would be very easy to kill us."

Having kindly brought them to find the Zhenhuang technique only to be slandered for no reason, the little Zhenhuang began to act fierce, its words full of dissatisfaction.

"If I had the heart to kill, I could finish you all off with a single flap of my wings; why would I waste so much effort? Do you think I have nothing better to do!"

However, a moment later, it thought and thought again, as if it had understood the meaning behind Mengchen's words—that he was speaking ironically, and that this magma was indeed something they could not resist.

Once it understood this, it began to feel a bit embarrassed, and its tone became much gentler.

"Here! Inject your Divine Power into these divine feathers, and you will be protected from the magma's erosion."

Having said that, the little Zhenhuang flapped its wings, and five rays of red light flew over, each hovering in front of Mengchen and the others; they took them one by one.

These five divine feathers were the feathers of a Zhenhuang. They each injected their Divine Power into the divine feather in their hands, and immediately the feathers glowed, instantly forming a golden-red energy shield that enveloped each of them.

Mengchen's eyes lit up right then; he had not expected this little Zhenhuang to be so "candid."

At this moment, he was becoming increasingly expectant; perhaps this little Zhenhuang truly had no ill intent and really wanted to take them to find the Zhenhuang technique.

However, expectation was expectation, and he still retained a sliver of caution in his heart.

Afterwards, Mengchen and the others submerged into the magma one after another. The terrifying high temperature of the magma was indeed blocked by the divine feathers, and they did not suffer the slightest erosion as they followed the little Zhenhuang, pushing deeper and deeper.

"There is a Zhenhuang Gudian at the bottom of this magma. This Ancient Palace used to be one of my mother's temporary residences, and the Zhenhuang technique she left behind is inside," the little Zhenhuang said.

Upon hearing this, Mengchen grinned at the little Zhenhuang; as it had said, he would be able to see the Zhenhuang technique if he went, so he was naturally tempted.

Seeing Mengchen's smiling face, the little Zhenhuang muttered to itself, "Tsk tsk tsk! Not steady at all. If he really is the person my mother spoke of, and I take him as my master, wouldn't the rest of my life be ruined in his hands?!"

"This Zhenhuang technique! It won't be very hard to obtain, will it?" Mengchen then put away his smile and asked seriously.

"That depends on whether you are the person my mother has her eye on," the little Zhenhuang said, glancing at him.

It had brought Mengchen directly to the Zhenhuang Gudian precisely to see for itself whether Mengchen was truly the person its mother had divined.

If he was, then the Zhenhuang technique could naturally be obtained by him; if not, then he would never be able to obtain it, which would also mean he was not that person, and not its future master.

"Uh..." Mengchen was stunned; the promised treasure exchange had turned into having to rely on himself to get it, and he even had to see if he was fated!

Wasn't this obviously a trap? But thinking about it carefully, this trap was one he had damn well dug for himself.

However, Mengchen soon realized that fate was a hard thing to define; perhaps he really was the fated person. In that case, if he obtained the Zhenhuang technique, it wouldn't be a loss—it could be considered digging himself a good trap.

Finally, when they reached the bottom of the magma, the little Zhenhuang shook its wings, and rosy light surged; a tunnel of fire emerged from the stone layer at the bottom of the magma.

This tunnel of fire led underground, and one could see that inside, the magma was still rolling, the red glow surging, with a massive Ancient Palace floating within.

The tunnel constructed of fire flickered with red light. The little Zhenhuang stepped in first, rushing underground, and Mengchen and the others followed.

The scorching magma bubbled and surged. That massive Ancient Palace was wreathed in misty fog, with red symbols flickering, as if it were a heavenly palace from an ancient immortal court.

Mengchen, needless to say, squinted his eyes and looked carefully. This was truly a magnificent and world-shocking Ancient Palace; it was truly worthy of being the former residence of the Ten Fiends Zhenhuang. He just didn't know if he was fated to obtain the Zhenhuang technique within.

Yuechan, the Tianhu Shaonü, and Xiyao were even more excited, their fair, pretty faces full of exhilaration.

Throughout history, anyone who obtained the complete Zhenhuang technique would soar into the sky and become a titan of their generation.

Heizi, as a descendant of the Jiuyou Ao, naturally possessed a certain pride when facing the Zhenhuang, which was ranked among the Ten Fiends alongside his own kind.

Although he was also interested in the Zhenhuang technique in his heart, his expression remained calm, and he did not show it all on his face like the three women.

"The Zhenhuang technique, is it inside? If I have the Zhenhuang technique, I will possess three of the Ten Fiends' true techniques!" At this moment, waves surged in Mengchen's heart; he was not calm, but exceptionally excited.

"Hey, wake up. It's not dark yet; dream later," the little Zhenhuang said, looking at him with disdain after hearing Mengchen's muttering and waving its hand in front of his eyes.

"Uh..." Mengchen was left speechless.

Now that they had arrived at the Zhenhuang Gudian, there was no reason to delay. He began to observe carefully, studying whether there were any potential risks.

"Follow me!" the little Zhenhuang said, and in an instant, it flew down before the gates of the Ancient Palace.

Afterwards, Mengchen and the others did not hesitate; while injecting Divine Power into the feathers in their hands, they manifested wings and flew forward.

This was deep underground, where magma was like a sea, everywhere, boundless and red, without end. And that magnificent Ancient Palace was in the center of the red sea, floating up and down, vast and majestic, with symbols of light circulating throughout the sky.

However, after a while, Mengchen and the others were extremely astonished; no matter how they flew, they could not get close. It seemed they were always maintaining a certain distance from the Ancient Palace and simply could not land at the palace gates.

"What is going on?"

Mengchen was suspicious. He thought carefully; there was a grand spatial array covering the entire deep underground, shrouding the Magma Sea, which prevented them from breaking through.

"Forgot what I said? To enter here and seek the Zhenhuang technique, one must have great destiny," the little Zhenhuang said from the gates of the Ancient Palace, revealing a smile, with a sense of watching a good show.

"What counts as having great destiny?" Mengchen asked.

The little Zhenhuang frowned and said, "Naturally, it means gaining the recognition of the Ancient Palace. As long as you gain the recognition of the Ancient Palace, a heavenly bridge will appear, leading directly to the palace gates."

After hearing this, Mengchen's face fell, and he was shrouded in confusion.

How could one gain the recognition of the Ancient Palace! Could this Ancient Palace actually possess consciousness?!

(End of chapter)