The old man known as the High Priest was saying something in his hoarse voice.
Perhaps it was an incantation for divination or perhaps it was meaningless, potentially incomprehensible gibberish meant to intimidate.
His hands, they looked extremely stiff and bony. They occasionally twitched, creating a cracking sound.
Then, a grey light began to pulsate within his eyes beneath his hood, like two grey whirlpools!
He looked through the grey as if he was seeing something.
The High Priest didn't directly try to divine the Dao Bead, as it was beyond his abilities.
The Dao Bead was exceptional, something even he couldn't divine.
In reality, once the altar had been completed, the power of the dao bead would merge with the altar, rendering it an ordinary pearl.
However, the crux was that the altar had not been fully completed, and the Dao Bead still contained power!
The robed old man began his divination using the details he had previously deduced.
