Han Muye whispered, his body enveloped in spiritual light, and then his figure moved and disappeared.
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The Endless Void.
A world permeated with an illusory atmosphere.
Between the heaven and earth there, stood a massive altar.
The azure-gray altar was a billion miles in both length and width, solid and boundless.
Above the altar, divine patterns crisscrossed, exuding an aura of ancient times.
Within each crevice of the divine patterns, golden blood flowed.
The source of these bloodstreams was a series of colossal stone pillars soaring a hundred thousand zhang high.
The pillars, a thousand zhang in circumference, were adorned with spiraling Flowing Light textures, emitting a profound aura.
At the top of each pillar, hung various figures.
Some were the massive bodies of divine beasts, others the lean figures of the human race.
There were also all kinds of withered foreign races.
Without exception, all these bodies radiated powerful strength but were weak in spirit.
