In Wolong Villa, there were already some secluded secret chambers, and the entire island was shielded by Huang Xiaolong using sophisticated formations and deception techniques, so there was no need to worry about external enemies invading.
In the impregnable secret chamber.
There was a meditation cushion, on which Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged.
He took out the altar from the dragon relics.
The altar, early sealed by Huang Xiaolong with talismans and secret techniques, had been reduced to a palm-sized model.
The model exuded an ancient vast aura, and a mysterious atmosphere of a different time and space. Although small, the runes, scripts, and dragon head statues on it were lifelike.
"Heh--this time in seclusion, I must unravel all the secrets of this altar!" Huang Xiaolong's eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a gleam as if they could penetrate everything!
In fact, Huang Xiaolong was very research-minded.
Since childhood, he loved to research.
