The underground altar was protected by a formation and the space was extraordinarily expansive.
Nine towering stone pillars stood tall, surrounding the altar, forming a huge geocentric circle.
The altar was ancient, covered with intricate inscriptions, surrounded by clearly carved patterns of ancient divine beasts.
A dark orb, engraved with runes on its surface, about ten meters in diameter, hovered above the altar.
"Master, it's your turn."
With anticipation, the stele spirit pointed to the altar and looked at Lin Qingluo.
"Okay."
Lin Qingluo walked towards the altar as told, stood in the middle, took out a sharp dagger from the Storage Ring, and without hesitation, slashed her own wrist.
Bright red blood gushed out, dropping onto the ground, spreading out along the winding patterns, gradually covering the entire altar.
