"What's going on?"
"The altar is actually glowing?"
"Is this some kind of illusion?"
"The patterns on the altar have come to life; am I seeing things?"
One martial artist after another looked at the altar in bewildered awe, their trembling voices betraying the fear and unease in their hearts.
This doesn't seem to be an illusion, Feng Qingyang's expression froze. As a powerful Innate cultivator, his senses were incredibly sharp. As the patterns lit up, he faintly perceived an indescribable, majestic force emanating from the altar. This force was indescribable, unportrayable, elusive, and unfathomable. Could there really be a Divine Spirit?
Could there really be a Divine Spirit? DongFang Bai's beautiful large eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed firmly on the altar.
MOO.
ROAR.
