With the golden pillar of light, an altar slowly rose from beneath the ground with a rumbling roar.
Lin Xuan reined in the excitement in his heart. Wang Tinglou's expression was much the same, and both men stared unblinkingly at the thing before them.
Though the surface was still trembling and shattered stones kept falling, with their experience, the two of them could naturally tell that this was merely the strange sign accompanying the altar's appearance.
Not only would it absolutely not make the entire Underground Palace collapse with a crash, even if it truly did collapse, it would not matter in the slightest. As immortal cultivators of the Lihe Realm, figures standing at the very peak of the Human World, could they really be buried alive underground? That would truly become a joke as vast as the heavens.
The two of them had nothing to fear, and only quietly watched the center of the square.
A full span of about the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed before the altar completely rose. The golden light drew in, the ground also stopped trembling, and the shattered stones overhead no longer fell.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the altar. It was actually built from white jade.
And of the finest quality at that.
Its surface gave off a warm, lustrous glow.
This kind of jade, if taken to the secular world, would be priceless even as a tiny piece. Even the emperor of an empire might not necessarily be able to produce one from the treasure vaults of his harem.
Yet here, it had been casually used as ordinary building material. The wealth of immortal cultivators was simply not something Mortals could compare with.
After all, they could ride clouds and command mist, possessing great divine abilities