This altar was only about the size of a pond. Compared to the massive stone bricks around it, each easily a hundred meters long, and the hundreds-meter-tall Ancestor God Statues, it seemed truly tiny. Yet for some reason, the moment they saw this empty altar, no one could look away.
Countless mysterious patterns had been carved into the sides of the altar, but they had long since been worn away by time and could no longer be seen clearly. Several towering stone pillars stood behind it, resembling both a curtain and the backrest of a throne that reached into the clouds.
"What is this? Why are all the Ancestor God Statues looking at it?" Nezha rubbed the altar's surface with his hand but found nothing unusual.
"Judging by the layout of ordinary divine kingdoms, whatever makes all the gods gather around it in the center should be something like the divine king of that kingdom... But wasn't it said that the primal gods had no distinction between chief gods and Lesser Gods? Could there be a divine king here as well?"
"...Probably not." Lingbao Tianzun pondered seriously for a moment. "The primal gods were all naturally born, with no hierarchy among them, so there was no concept of a divine king. As for what was originally here, even this poor Daoist cannot guess."
"Look, there's a small indentation here."
Guang Chengzi, standing at the front, seemed to have discovered something. His eyes narrowed slightly.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at once. At the edge of the altar was a shallow depression, roughly the size of three thumbnails, as if something had once been placed there.
"This should have been the key used to open this Primal God Temple in ancient times. But after such a long passage of time,