I clung to the rope with all my strength, for fear that it would fall, and I knew that if something went wrong during the whole process, there was no chance of survival.

Since the hoop was installed in the middle of two suspended ropes, it was a fixed point, so I jumped out of the cliff and did not go vertically, but swung directly towards the opposite side, and an unbearable heat wave also hit my face.

I could even feel the force of the people pulling the rope underneath, and they changed my trajectory so that I didn't hit the opposite wall with lava flowing underneath.

After reaching the apex of that end, I hung in the air for a moment, and then quickly swung behind me, and the twenty-meter swing was too exciting, completely joking with life.

In this way, every swing, I was thrilled, and I was afraid that one of these ropes would go wrong.

Finally, with the constant force on the other end of the rope, I finally stabilized under the hoop. But after stopping, there is no back and forth wind, but it is not cold, so it is even hotter, like a roast pig hanging over a fire.

I turned around with great difficulty, and saw the light of an oil lamp there, and I was about to say something, but I guess they couldn't hear me shouting at a broken voice. With great difficulty, I stretched out a hand and gestured to them, meaning to let me go down quickly.

Actually, I've been down many meters now because of the length of the rope, but I'm still some way from that platform.

When they saw my gesture, they began to lower the rope downward, neither fast nor slow, just right.

When I looked down, the most eye-catching thing was not the platform, but the constant flow, occasionally bursting out of a tongue of lava, looking at this scene, my heart trembled, no wonder many artists and writers in the past compared this to hell.

I tried to concentrate on the platform, trying to find a trace of Tai'a Sword. In addition to the cicada-shaped jade coffin, which looked a little evil and made me very uncomfortable, there were several stone statues around that should be about the same size as life-size, with different postures, some standing, some sitting, and some ...... Kneeling. It seems that Gaozu used a group of people to guard his coffin.

It stands to reason that those who stand and sit should be his "own people", and those who kneel should be enemies. Wasn't Gaozu's biggest enemy back then the overlord?

I tried to get a closer look at the figure, but I couldn't see anything else because of the height, smoke, and armor, so I had to give up.

Because I kept looking down just now, one after another waves of heat and irritating gases rushed towards my face in a very short gap, irritating my eyes so dry and painful that I could hardly open them. I looked up, closed my eyes and squeezed hard, squeezing out a little tear to moisten my eyes slightly.

As it continued to fall, it was getting hotter and hotter, and it was unbearable, and now it was torture, a torture that was used to drain the water from my body. I used to drink water right, but now I know what it means to sweat, and to use an inappropriate analogy, I am like a popsicle in the sun, constantly melting.

The altitude was still decreasing, and the heat was getting harder and harder for me. From feeling hot at first, now it is a little difficult to breathe, accompanied by bouts of dizziness. I kept reminding myself not to faint, otherwise all my efforts would be in vain.

I tried to open my eyes, and saw that there was still a distance of ten or twenty meters from the platform, but a question suddenly came to mind in my already chaotic brain - if there was no thousand-year-old cold jade in this place, wouldn't I be equal to turning into a teppanyaki?

Fuck, Xiao Shirong, this guy can't be trying to trap me, right? In this situation, it was difficult for me to maintain a calm mind, and for a while the anger surged, which made the dizziness in my brain even worse, although the rope was still in my hand like that, but I already felt that the world was spinning, and I finally completely lost consciousness and fainted.

It wasn't until I felt a hint of coolness in my consciousness that I knew I was still alive. I closed my eyes and felt like I was lying on the ground, and I heard someone calling me.

Didn't I die of heat? Am I being pulled up by them, or am I!

I quickly opened my eyes and saw Xiao Shirong shouting while pushing me, and I turned my head to look at the cool thing next to me - it was really the cicada-shaped coffin!

Four words flashed in my mind: thousand-year-old cold jade! this is, is it true?

But I didn't have time to think about it, so I quickly crawled close to the coffin. It was so hot that I felt so hot that at this moment, I felt like I was opening the door of the ice cellar in the middle of summer, trying to poke my body inside.

Only then did I remember to ask Xiao Shirong, "Why did you come down?"

"Come and see if you're dead, hurry up if you're not dead." He said and took two steps towards me, coming and pulling me up.

However, the thing in front of me suddenly shook from side to side, and I thought it was because my brain was still dizzy, but it didn't take long to realize that the platform was shaking.

Xiao Shirong is already so heavy? Two steps to shake such a large platform? No, no, how can this platform shake? Is it really floating on lava?

Xiao Shirong walked over and dragged me to my feet. I took two careful steps to the edge of the platform and looked down. It's still some distance from the lava, and I don't know what structure is underneath the platform that will keep us here. But if you stick your head out of this range a little bit, the heat will rise sharply.

In addition, I discovered something that I almost couldn't believe in the middle of the day - there was a huge thing stirring the magma underneath, I don't know what it was made of, and the temperature had been so high for more than 2,000 years.

So that's it...... The power provided by the hot springs to the robotic arm is transmitted here, constantly churning the magma to prevent it from solidifying. The lava flow then continued to provide heat to the hot springs. In a sense, is this a perpetual motion machine?

When Xiao Shirong saw me like this, he reminded me impatiently: "It's time to get down to business."

I turned and nodded, but my eyes were drawn to the coffin.

The biggest feature of the jade cicada in the Han Dynasty is the "Han Eight Knife", which means that the jade ornament carving only uses "Eight Knife" or less, so some scholars feel that this is magnificent. However, the ornamentation on this coffin is not a Han Eight Knife, but a lot of finely carved patterns, just like the ornaments on many bronzes in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but there are differences when you look at them carefully.

The best thing about jade, and the reason why it has been loved by Chinese for so many years, is that it is good-looking, and its good-looking is also reflected in its crystal clear, and the better the jade, the higher the transparency, as the saying goes, beautiful jade is flawless. What's more, it's this piece of jade, which has some spirituality.

So, even though I just glanced at the coffin, I could clearly see the inside of the coffin. Hehe...... I've seen this thing, it's enough to make me gasp.

There was a small dragon lying quietly in the coffin. Small is relative to their race, and the size is just the right person.

It seems that the role of this coffin is far from cooling, it can at least preserve the body from decay, so, will it be as I was worried before, is there a possibility of rebirth? Looking at the way it looks, I really don't dare to make up my mind.

In fact, this thing is unexpected, and it is also expected, regardless of other wild history legends, just in the "Historical Records", the statement that Gaozu is a dragon fetus has also been mentioned many times, but who would have thought that this unhidden statement is actually true?

However, at this moment, I suddenly thought of a lot of other things.

Gaozu was conceived by his mother's union with the dragon, that is, he represents the dragon. So does it mean that at the turn of the Qin and Han dynasties, the dragon already had considerable strength, or for some purpose, he defeated the Qin King and the Overlord with the blood of the Yellow Emperor, and successfully obtained that position, and assisted him by a group of Yin and Yang families.

It seems that, at least at that time, the two forces of them were in opposition to what I represented, and there was a discrepancy with the dragon at the bottom of the lake who fooled me. I can't help but feel a chill behind my back, if their position is still like this now, then, I'm afraid they can't be trusted, in addition to the dragon who asked me to help destroy the Nine Dragons Divine Ding, it also includes the Ma Dao people who have always been very good to me.

Moreover, Xiao Shirong around him cannot be completely trusted, which may be a hint from my father. Hehe, it really responded to the sentence "The heart of defense is indispensable", who knows what they are thinking one by one. How can a person around you be like this?

Xiao Shirong suddenly patted me, and my thoughts were pulled by him. He also saw the dragon, but he didn't seem surprised. When he saw that I had come to his senses, he said to me, "Hey, your brain isn't burned out, is it?"

"No, I was just taken aback by it." I wasn't quite reassured, so I looked at it a few more times to make sure the dragon was still dead.

"What's so nice, it's just a snake with long legs, hurry up and get down to business!" Xiao Shirong said impatiently.

I turned around and looked at the group of statues. Judging from the demeanor of these statues, they must be the heroes and enemies I thought before.

Although they are all stone statues, the people who make them must be skilled craftsmen, all of them are lifelike, and they seem to have civil officials and military generals, but I have never seen who is who, and I can't recognize them at all.

Among this group of people, only the kneeling person has the most special movements, and he is also very burly and imposing. Presumably this is the overlord of Western Chu.

Sure enough, when Gaozu cried and worshiped the overlord, the historical record said: "Cry and go", sure enough, it is the same as Cao Cao crying Yuan Shao, it is just a political drama. The real idea is to make him surrender to himself forever.

And in the hands of the overlord, holding that sword tightly, is it the legendary divine sword - Tai'a Sword?