Chapter 5892

Vermilion Demon Lord clicked his tongue as Lindsay’s slim silhouette melted into the seething red haze at the tunnel’s far end. “That girl thinks the world of you,” he murmured, amused. “She even went so far as to smuggle you into a forbidden area.”

Jared offered no reply. He simply folded his legs at the very rim of the magma pool, its molten glare rippling across his face like living bronze.

From that vantage, he felt the chamber breathe. Fire spiritual energy, thicker than molten gold, swirled in every breath, laced with an ancient, pristine strand of the Law of Fire-perfect for mending wounds and refining power.

“Mr. Vermilion, I intend to enter the Pentacarna Tower to heal my wounds. One hundred days within the tower is equivalent to one day outside. Therefore, you’ll only need to give me a few days for me to fully heal,” he said before drawing the Pentacarna Tower from his sleeve. “You may stand guard outside or join me within to work on your cultivation.”

Vermilion Demon Lord shook his head, scarlet locks swaying like embers. “My body is fine. I’ll keep watch out here and commune with the Law of Fire.”

Jared nodded and flicked the tower skyward. The artifact met the heated air, unfurled, and swelled to a thirty-foot tower that hovered directly above the magma’s roiling skin.

Its weathered stone exhaled a primeval aura that resonated with the cave’s unseen threads of the Law of Fire.