Ancient Yang Fire Altar 2

As he entered the altar's perimeter, the dense supreme yang energy around him made Wei Yang feel thoroughly refreshed.

Sweeping his gaze around, he saw that the altar was surrounded by numerous stone walls. Unless one came close, people outside would have no way of seeing what lay within the altar.

Cultivating here was fairly well concealed.

At this moment, within the Ancient Yang Fire Altar.

A graceful figure in white robes and with white hair sat cross-legged at the edge of the ancient altar.

Her upper body was straight, the line from her slender jade neck to her narrow waist outlining a captivating curve.

Not far in front of her, beneath the black stone stele at the center of the ancient altar, a small childish figure sat cross-legged atop an Earth Core Jade Mother cushion, cultivating with his eyes closed.

The little figure's face was filled with seriousness, and he looked only seven or eight years old.

He wore a light golden brocade robe embroidered with flame patterns in golden thread. The exquisite embroidery further accentuated the innate nobility about the boy.

A jade circlet rested atop his head, pierced by a slender pale-golden jade hairpin. Pale-golden ribbon tassels hung from both ends of the hairpin to his chest, while his long black hair cascaded down his back like satin.

Merely sitting there with his eyes closed, he already gave off an extraordinary impression despite his young age.

He sat straight and tall, with handsome features and an imposing brow. From the contours of his youthful face, his attire, temperament, and more, one could vaguely see a resemblance to Wei Yang.

Anyone seeing him for the first time could not help but secretly praise him: What a favored son of heaven.

At this moment, a layer of pale golden