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By the stream, atop the pebble-filled shore.
Inky cracks emerged, leaving trails on the earth in an instant.
A slender figure flew out from the fissures.
Standing over the stream, another Mystic Altar tore apart in their embrace.
The figure of Liang Hui disappeared once again.
As the Mystic Altars fractured one by one, the youth's location kept shifting.
Not until the Mystic Altar was nearly depleted did Liang Hui stop his flight.
Huff~
He exhaled a turbid breath and scrutinized the surrounding jungle.
Truth be told, even Liang Hui himself didn't know where he was.
The transfer of the Mystic Altar was entirely random.
However, the trees around him seemed even older and sturdier than those he had seen in other places.
Raising his head, he glanced at the bright moon above.
He arbitrarily chose a direction and walked with large strides.
With every step, the sound of his bones shifting resonated from his face.
The aura encasing his body also transformed continuously.
