Return to the Guanda Plane (3)

Under the overwhelmingly oppressive aura of the Nightmare King, the magical beasts along the way did not dare approach. Hardly any even dared to watch from afar.

The two encountered almost no obstacles along the way, and their journey went exceptionally smoothly.

In less than a day, Ang brought Dana to the ancient Sacrificial Altar he remembered.

The altar remained hidden just as Ang had left it years ago. Weeds ran wild around it, and thick soil buried more than half of it.

Clearly, no one had discovered it over the years.

After landing, Ang checked the surroundings for anything unusual. Then he extended a hand, and a gentle glow of Earth Magic appeared in his palm.

"Rise—"

As he murmured the incantation, the ground began to tremble. Ang controlled the Earth Element, slowly peeling away the soil around the altar and clearing the surface within a ten-meter radius.

The dirt and sand flowed obediently like a river, moving aside at his command and quickly piling into a small mound.

"Water Flow Technique." Ang spoke softly. One of the water-and-ice-element arms among his six arms lifted slightly, and a torrential stream poured down from the air like a waterfall, washing away the thick moss and old grime covering the altar.

Moments later, a pristine white stone altar stood before them, emitting faint magical fluctuations. Its lines were smooth yet ancient, carrying a sense of weight and mystery.

"What is this thing?" Dana circled the altar, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"This is a Guanda people Sacrificial Altar I discovered a long time ago." Ang lightly patted the stone platform. "Its structure is very unusual. Back then, I had not yet become a formal mage, so I could not make much sense of it. But now... this is far more than