A quarter of an hour later.
Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu stopped.
They looked solemnly at the altar in front of them, which had ninety-nine steps. Atop the altar, there was a huge blood-red cocoon, about two meters in diameter.
Above the blood-red cocoon, a blood-colored sun hung in the air.
Massive amounts of blood-red energy rained down from the blood-colored sun, absorbed by the gigantic cocoon.
Gazing at the blood-colored sun in the sky,
an impulse surged within Zhang Xiaohao, filled with intense desire, instinctively wanting to claim it as his own.
It seemed as though by consuming it, he would gain immense benefits.
"You fall back, do not approach without my command," Zhang Xiaohao ordered sternly.
"Be careful, brother-in-law, if it's too dangerous, we'll just find another way to leave," said Cheng Qingsu.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Once Cheng Qingsu had stepped back,
