The crack in the sky had completely healed, yet many people still looked up at the heavens.
They looked at Chu Qing, then at the sky.
Their hearts were still filled with sighs and lamentation.
Chu Qing coughed. "All right, everyone. Start looking for Heaven now."
Everyone hurriedly nodded. Daring not to slack off, they began searching for traces of Heaven.
Now, in the vast dwelling place of Heaven, only the mantis mark remained unsearched. Everywhere else had either been consumed by them or refined into ash.
Everyone stared fixedly at the mantis mark.
The various auras of despair and decay upon the mark shrank, even vanishing.
Yet the candle flames Chu Qing had released continued pursuing them, endlessly burning toward their source.
At this moment, everyone discovered in astonishment:
The many patterns on the mantis mark were turning, working together with the candle flames to strangle those auras of despair and decay.
Dawn King's heart stirred. After observing the mark for a while, he suddenly struck, releasing a stream of power at it.
This power was not the power of the restricted zone, but the pure power of the human Golden Altar Realm.
Golden Altar might blessed the mark.
Then Dawn King raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, spitting out a Golden Altar.
The Golden Altar hung above the mantis mark like a millstone, wantonly scattering rosy light.
"What's going on?"
The others were dumbfounded.
Chu Qing looked at Dawn King and discovered that a trace of vitality had appeared within him.
A vitality unique to the living.
Faced with everyone's questions, Dawn King hesitated, unsure whether he should say it. Instinctively, he looked toward Chu Qing.
Chu Qing smiled. "Tell them. After all... everyone has the Golden Altar Realm now. Everyone has human martial power!"
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