Zong Shen hovered above the ring-shaped crater.
This was the final altar.
This altar was vastly different in style from the previous two.
It was not built from bones or black rock, but from a dark, muted crystal.
Its overall shape resembled a spiraling spire, and the Runes etched across its surface flowed like living dark-golden magma.
It gave Zong Shen a sense of ancient, evil order.
"The last one."
Zong Shen muttered softly.
There were no guards around this altar—not even a single lowly lava worm could be seen.
Yet the magical field in this area was exceptionally viscous, almost tangible.
The air was filled with the oppressive sensation of being watched.
And the source was the peak of that spiral spire.
Embedded there was a dark-golden gemstone shaped like a vertical eye, constantly emitting ripples.
This differed from the phantom flames atop the previous altars.
This gemstone was tangible, and it radiated energy fluctuations comparable to those of a mid-level demigod.
Clearly, this altar was the true node. It might even be directly connected to the Flame Demon King's true body.
Destroying it would likely directly enrage the monster slumbering in the depths of the volcano.
Zong Shen did not hesitate. His body dropped like a meteor toward Lake Heart Island.
The moment he entered within a hundred meters of the island, the dark-golden vertical-eye gemstone suddenly lit up, and a mental shock carrying the sensation of soul-burning crashed into his consciousness.
For an ordinary legendary powerhouse or low-level demigod, that single blow would have been enough to shake their soul and slow their movements.
But for Zong Shen, who had already become a god, this assault was not even worthy of making him furrow his brow.
The power of chaos naturally circulated around the perimeter of his