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Entering the golden stairwell, Di Tou couldn't help but sweat a little as a great plume of heat brushed towards his face, and for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been tricked and was currently walking into a trap. But looking at the somewhat well-worn appearance of the stairs, Di Tou shoved aside his doubts and continued walking downward. The further he walked, the hotter the hall became, and Di Tou was fairly confident that if he cracked an egg onto the stairs, it would be cooked before the end of the minute, but with his current cultivation, although it was uncomfortable, it was still rather bearable.