Yao Wenxuan, upon hearing these words, didn't probe any further; he simply cautioned with care,
"The feeling is terrifying, it must be something from the Saint Third Realm. Immortal Venerate, you should be careful as well. If it gets mixed up with that old monster at the Altar, it could spell big trouble."
Wang Zijia glanced at Yao Wenxuan, always feeling that it would be better if this harbinger of bad luck didn't speak such ominous words.
"Let's go, it's indeed time to make contact with that old fellow," Wang Zijia changed the subject.
Yao Wenxuan took another look at Wang Zijia's room, then followed Wang Zijia out of the Courtyard built by chaotic crystals and flew towards the mountain range formed by the collapsed mountain peaks.
...
Moments later, the two arrived once more at the edge of the meters-high Bone Altar.
Both took a deep breath, carefully checking themselves and making some protective preparations before floating up onto the Bone Altar.
