Princess of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race

"I'm stronger than you, so my words are the law." Yin Xuanji said. "First, you must give me the Shenwan Fruit. Second, hand over the treasures you dug out of the sea of lava. When you finish these, I'll tell you the third rule."

Zhang Ruochen toyed with the dragon horn in his hands. "There's a third one?"

This time, a woman's voice replied to Zhang Ruochen. "You are the Descendant of Time and Space. You must be able to cross the spatial extreme barrier of the Corpse River. If you bring us back to Kunlun's Field, we'll let you go."

Zhang Ruochen could hear her voice but couldn't see her. He could only feel a gust of eerie wind blow over the sea of lava.

Eyes darting to the side, he shook his arm powerfully. The dragon horn immediately burst forth like an arrow, almost at the speed of sound.