The black door opened a gap big enough for Alice to pass through, and then stopped. Alice closed the metal box with the heart again, put it away, and walked to the black door alone. She went in through the gap, and when she passed through the black door, the giant door began to close. The door closed, and the color of the two figures on the door faded one by one. The faces of the figures also became blurred, and finally returned to their original dim appearance.
On the other side of the door, Alice was standing on a high slope. Not far behind the door was a downhill road, which was different from the tens of thousands of miles of plain on the other side of the door and before the abyss. Behind the door was a world of ups and downs, with hills of different sizes distributed on the vast land, and winding rivers flowing on the land. But what overflowed in the rivers was not clear water, but bright red and shiny magma. The surface of the magma was covered with bubbles, and hot air rose, and the smell of sulfur floated in the air. There was a thunderclap in the sky, and in the flashing lightning, a towering mountain in the distance loomed in the white lightning. It was a volcano, and from time to time a pillar of fire spewed out from the mouth of the volcano, from which red light flowed down. They were the source of the rivers of magma on the ground. The world behind the door was also desolate, and the only difference between it and the tens of thousands of miles of ice outside was the temperature. The ice was cold, but here, it was a world of fire!
Alice walked barefoot on the hot land. The land was filled with smoke, and from time to time, hot smoke or flames would spurt out from a crack. But these things did not make her frown. Instead, there was a smile on Alice's face, as if she had returned to a familiar home. She even hummed an unknown song, and the melodious tune echoed on the hot land, drifting far away.
She walked up the hills and crossed the river of fire, and it took her two days to walk to the foot of the volcano. Of course, she did not walk fast, and even deliberately slowed down her pace. Sometimes, she would stop under a hill and think deeply, as if some of her lost memories were buried here. When she came to the foot of the volcano, she walked straight to the entrance of a cave at the foot of the mountain that seemed to lead to hell. The cave was not dark, and there was a constantly flickering dark red light. Occasionally, a gust of hot wind blew out, enough to steam a person. Alice was not the least bit afraid, and the terrible wind was as warm to her as a spring breeze in March. She even opened her arms to receive it, savoring the feeling of the wind passing through the gaps between her fingers.
Following the tunnel that wound downwards, Alice entered an underground hall. There were towering stone pillars here, and every crack on their bodies was a mark left behind by time. The air here was filled with the smell of vicissitudes, as if the time in the hall had stopped at an extremely distant moment. In addition to the stone pillars that held up the dome, there was also a cluster of bright red moss. They looked like balls as tall as a man stacked together. A dozen of them formed a cluster, covering every corner of the hall. The moss regularly emitted a dark red light, as if they were also breathing the air in the hall. Long and short vines hung down from the ceiling of the hall. The vines were also bright red, and there were fiery red irregular crystals on them. The red moss and vines exuded a dense energy aura.
Alice walked down the hall. The floor of the hall was also covered with irregular patches of red moss. The red moss was like a living thing. Every time Alice stepped on it, its color would change. From light to dark, then from dark to light, and then the bright light spread out like waves in the sea. Alice moved forward as if she was stepping on the waves. At the end of the hall, the fire was blazing and hot air was boiling. After stepping on a few stone steps barefoot, Alice stood in front of a semi-circular platform. Below the platform was a world made of magma. This was a lake of magma, and the lake was so vast that it was suffocating. Alice opened her arms and sang a passage in the Eboynes language. The magma lake began to tremble, and a circular platform rose from the center of the lake. Stone pillars rose between the platform and the lakeshore. The stone pillars were placed next to each other, forming a passage that led to the platform in the center of the lake. Alice jumped on a stone pillar without hesitation. The stone pillar had just risen from the magma lake, and there was still magma on its surface that had not flowed out. Alice stepped in, and immediately there was a sizzling sound. Her skin was charred and cracked. But when she raised her foot again, the black skin fell off, and a new layer of skin had already grown inside. The speed of regeneration was so fast that it was hair-raising.
She jumped over the stone pillars like a dancing girl and came to the platform in the middle of the lake. A column rose from the center of the platform, and there was a diamond-shaped pattern on the column. Alice opened the metal box with the heart, and the silver heart opened its strange eye again. Another golden beam of light shot out from the eye and landed on the column. The diamond-shaped pattern on the column immediately lit up, and the column sank until the top was gone. Something in the depths of the magma lake cried out. The magma began to sink like the tide of the sea. In front of the platform, the surface of the lake was undulating, like the sea under a storm. Alice walked to the edge of the platform, stretched out her arms, and shouted loudly. Tears actually welled up in her eyes. She was like a girl who had just returned home from wandering and was crying with joy when she saw her loved ones.
With a rumble, a huge wave came crashing toward the platform, smashing Alice's body and surging across the entire platform. Alice's body was scorched black by the magma, but it quickly recovered. At this time, a pitch-black column could be seen rising from the center of the lake. Although it was called a column, it was as huge as a building, and the material of the column was some kind of crystal. The magma couldn't stay on it for a moment, let alone hurt the column. Through the translucent surface of the column, a shadow could be vaguely seen inside. The shadow twisted from time to time, as if it was a living thing. If it was a living thing, it would be a giant creature over a hundred meters tall!
After the column rose, half of it stayed in the magma lake. At this time, flames appeared in the center of the column, and then the column opened up one by one, shaped like ribs. In the column, there was a fiery red creature. It looked like some kind of insect that had been magnified countless times, with a smooth and sparkling red shell everywhere. There was a huge crown on its head, and below it was a charming woman's face. Even according to human standards, this woman's face was impeccably beautiful. But if it was a meter tall and placed on an insect, then it would have no beauty to speak of. At this time, the mouth of the woman's face opened, and when it finally separated to the same height as the face, a triangular head popped out from inside. There were seven or eight eyeballs on both sides of the head, like the compound eyes of some kind of insect. It opened its mouth and turned out the nest teeth that were dripping with turbid yellow liquid.
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