Yang Zhen had no mind to know these nonsensical grudges and storylines; all he wanted to know now was whether Han Yan'er was a descendant of the Divine Demon.
Xue'er led the way ahead, and the changes inside the altar accelerated rapidly, making it difficult for Yang Zhen to keep up for a moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Xue'er let out a muffled hum, a trace of joy flashed across her face as she turned around and said, "We've arrived!"
Arrived?
Everyone was shocked, especially Yang Zhen, the Golden Eagle Emperor, and Emperor Aotian; they all felt an overwhelmingly violent aura surging toward them.
It was clear that they had reached the core of this altar.
The core of the altar was immensely vast; at a glance, Yang Zhen couldn't see its end, as if he was in a desert, the sky murky. The altar seemed to block spiritual perceptions, making it impossible to feel where the vault was.
