The tide surged.
White birds circled, hesitant to land for a long time.
Several large snakes lay submerged, motionless.
The Sea Master captured them with a flick of his foot, his peripheral vision sweeping toward the deck.
Such a small human, yet he had won the favor of two Demon Kings.
"Master, what is the Heavenly Altar?"
Liang Qu inquired respectfully.
"The Martial Saint, upon transcendence, left behind a True Spirit. Depending on the quality, through special methods of refinement, it becomes the Heavenly Altar."
Liang Qu's brow twitched, his thoughts inadvertently drifting to his Fubo, utilizing the Golden Feathered Being of the Crimson Firebird.
Even in death, a powerful being's remains truly had great use.
"Can the Heavenly Altar aid in enlightenment?"
King Yue nodded, his two fingers lightly tapping the armrest.
