As Jiang Shu directed his profound gaze toward the depths of the region.
He finally saw it, in the blurred space, a vaguely outlined structure towering majestically atop a stone platform slightly higher than the ground!
Even from a great distance, the cold, ancient, sacrilegious Dao Rhyme emanating from the altar was distinctly recognizable.
An altar!
An altar exuding an ancient aura.
The overall structure of the altar was not perfectly regular, as if it were constructed from some indistinguishable large black beast bones and strangely colored stones with a metallic luster, its surface also covered with eerie natural runes.
These runes were dim and twisted, more obscure and difficult to comprehend than any Bronze Ancient Road runes he had seen, exuding a primal madness and evil, eerily similar yet utterly different from that so-called Mechanical Mother he had encountered in the War God Atlas.
