The altar was far larger than Qin Chuan had imagined.
It was made entirely of some kind of dusky purple crystal, its surface covered with even denser and more twisted eye patterns and ancient runes.
The top of the altar was not flat. Instead, it was slightly concave, forming a gigantic vortex-like structure. Dusky purple energy, so dense it was nearly liquid, slowly rotated within it, radiating a heart-stopping pressure.
That sleeping will was like a deep breath before awakening. Every fluctuation made the entire temple tremble faintly.
Countless eye patterns focused their "gazes" on Qin Chuan—cold, greedy, and utterly devoid of emotion.
"You... desire... this power..."
The intermittent muttering rang out again. This time, it was no longer a vague thought, but condensed into a visible form within the vortex of energy above the altar.
Above the altar, the dusky purple vortex suddenly began spinning faster. At its center, the pure darkness parted like a curtain, revealing a gigantic, icy vertical eye, as though it contained the birth and death of the stars throughout the universe!
A projection of the Thousand-Eyed Demon!
The mere appearance of this projection caused visible ripples to spread through the surrounding space. Even the laws forming the temple began to twist and wail.
A terrifying pressure far beyond anything before descended with a boom. It was like billions of tons of invisible seawater compressing him from every direction, striking directly at his soul and attempting to grind Qin Chuan's will into dust.
"Insignificant... intruder... feel... the gaze... of my... master..."
The projection's voice did not come from a single source. It was composed of countless chaotic, overlapping noises that rang directly in the depths of Qin Chuan's soul, carrying lofty indifference and judgment. "Your soul... will become... the finest... sacrifice..."
Qin Chuan's gaze was