The trembling of the Thirteen-Petal Pure World Lotus Platform grew ever clearer, as though an aura of the same origin were calling to it.
Chen Qing darted through the ruins. In no more than a few breaths, he had followed the sensation to his destination.
Before him stood an Ancient Altar that had long since collapsed by more than half.
It was utterly unlike the pill halls and Pill Courtyards scattered throughout the ruins, permeated everywhere by a solemn, majestic air.
Bronze ritual vessels as tall as a man lay scattered haphazardly across the ground.
Chen Qing halted.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the pure radiance of the Pure World Lotus Platform grew increasingly brilliant, its lotus petals opening and closing.
Doubts filled his heart.
Ever since he had entered the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom ruins, this supreme treasure of the Buddhist Sect had repeatedly stirred.
First, it had sensed that drop of blackish-red Essence Blood near that enormous corpse. Now it had led him to this Ancient Altar. Could it be that the Pure World Lotus Platform had always shared countless threads of connection with the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom?
Chen Qing swept his gaze over the surviving murals deep within the altar. Though most had peeled away, he could still make out scenes of scripture chanting painted upon them. They bore more than a passing resemblance to the inherited cultivation methods of the Buddhist Kingdom.
His heart stirred. No wonder Master Jingse knew the secrets of this ancient kingdom so well. It seemed that the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom had indeed shared an exceptionally deep connection with the Buddhist Sect in its day.
Chen Qing concealed every trace of his aura. Jingzhe Spear silently appeared in his palm as he slowly made his way deeper into the altar.
After passing through