The morning mist had not yet dispersed, within an undeveloped area on the west side of the island.
A nearly thousand-square-meter circular stone formation stood on the flat ground.
Twelve stone pillars, inscribed with runes, were arranged in a radial pattern, each pillar densely covered in runes, with the fractured parts joined by golden liquid.
In the array patterns crisscrossing the ground, a mercury-like liquid flame flowed, converging towards the three-meter-tall bronze furnace at the center.
"This scale...," Wu Heng squinted, looking at the formation comparable to a football field, and couldn't help but recall that ancient magic formation beneath the Cleft Island that stirred the ocean.
Huge, magnificent.
Moreover, it resembled the altar for ritual ceremonies depicted in ancient films.
This formation had begun construction when Wu Heng advanced to the second phase, after all, his cultivation speed far exceeded plans.
Lady also prepared in advance.
