After the old man finished speaking, his body floated up lightly, flew over the surging surface of the Magma River, and landed on the opposite bank.
Venerable Ghost Valley did not hesitate. Groping his way, he walked to the edge of the Iron Lock Bridge and slowly stepped onto it.
At this moment Venerable Ghost Valley was already blind in both eyes. Fortunately the Iron Lock Bridge was straight, so once he stepped onto it, he could move forward step by step.
However, the moment he set foot on the bridge, Venerable Ghost Valley felt the roaring sound of the Magma River surging by his ears. That rushing sound was like peals of thunder exploding beside him, shaking his Heart Spirit and leaving him ill at ease.
Luckily Venerable Ghost Valley's eyes could not see, so he could devote his full attention to resisting that roaring sound, but even so, his courage and soul were shaken, his body shuddering with cold.
