C37 Baptismal Land

The staircase descended into profound depths, spiraling upward and out of sight at a glance.

Upon ascending to the second level, Zhang Chen felt as though he had entered an entirely different realm.

Wisps of green smoke wafted from the central eight-legged golden cauldron, filling the air with a captivating and unusual fragrance.

At each cardinal point around the cauldron stood a robust pillar