"Where was the Sword Saint?"
"He was lured away by Lord The Whisperer and a dragon."
The Third Seat let out a slight sigh of relief. "Good. If he were still here, things would be difficult from here on..."
Confusion surfaced in Shen Qingzhu's eyes. "Hasn't the altar already been destroyed? What else can we do?"
The Third Seat shook his head, looked at the altar split cleanly in two before him, and reached out to gently press his hand against its surface.
The gray altar's yellowish-brown unknown substances clinging to the fracture seemed to come alive, twisting bizarrely as they detached from the broken edges and surged toward the central crack...
They crawled to the central break like living glue, pulling the two halves of the altar together and slowly restoring it into a whole.
Shen Qingzhu stared at the scene before him, frozen in place.
"This altar was already damaged to begin with. Even if the Sword Saint split it in half with a single strike, it merely made the damage worse." The Third Seat watched the writhing yellowish-brown substances and spoke slowly.
"Those yellow things are called Source Conductors, sequence 476. They aren't dangerous, but they are an important forbidden item treasured by the Ancient God Church, because they possess absolute Mental Power adaptability. They are like supernatural all-purpose glue—no matter where they are attached, they can perfectly serve as Mental Power conductors.
Even if this altar were smashed to pieces, as long as it remained connected to them, it could still function.
Now, it only needs another two days of Mental Power infusion for the Nether God Altar to revive..."
A fervent gleam appeared in the Third Seat's eyes.
Shen Qingzhu's expression turned subtle.
"Third Seat."
The Ninth Seat leaped down through the ground Zhou Ping