Fool Li's dancing seemed to have no pattern. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be some kind of mysterious ancient ritual. As he danced, he chanted.
However, his chanting was disorderly and seemed to have no basis. It was as if he was talking nonsense. However, if there were people who understood ancient language here, they would definitely realize that all of these were ancient words. Moreover, it was related to the sacrificial ceremony.
A spell formation rose from the ground. Lin Bai subconsciously raised his hand to block it. When the light gradually faded, he could clearly see the scene in front of him. A few altars appeared out of thin air in the north, south, east, and west.
The altar was small and looked very delicate. It started from the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Then, it gathered into a large altar.
