A short while later, Frozen End and Phoenix flames had merged in Yun Che’s hands to form a blossom of gently swaying icy-blue flames. Yun Che flipped his hands over, allowing the ice flames to gently float downwards and fall on the stone tiles.
To Yun Che’s surprise, the stone tiles below his feet were much thinner than expected. In fact it seemed to be have the thickness of a single sheet of paper. Once the ice flames had fallen on the tiles, the tiles vanished like swiftly melting ice. The ice flames spread and carved out a perfectly round hole that was about a foot wide before extinguishing themselves.
As he gazed into the hole created by the ice flames, Yun Che saw that there was indeed a hidden space underneath, and in the middle of this space, a red light swayed and flickered.
What was hidden beneath here?
Did this mean that voice had been transmitted from this place all along.
A foot-wide gap was just big enough for Yun Che to jump into.
Yun Che hesitated for while but decided to take the plunge after all, and he jumped straight into the gap.
The hidden space beneath the platform was not deep, Yun Che had only descended twenty feet or so before his feet touched the icy, hard surface. There were no dangerous presences that he could sense in his near vicinity, but Yun Che’s nerves became pinched when he directed his gaze forward.