Luo Yu had unexpectedly agreed so readily to Ye Tian's request.
For a moment, Ye Tian was somewhat taken aback.
But he quickly recovered. After pondering in silence for a moment, he decisively turned and left.
Though the altar was immense, to Ye Tian, crossing it took but an instant. When he reached its edge, his inner heart was still shaken.
Today, he had actually encountered a half-step Quasi-Saint—and survived beneath the presence of one.
Although the other party was merely an incarnation, if he had truly wished to seize Ye Tian, Ye Tian would have had no means of resistance whatsoever.
Of course, there was another possibility: Luo Yu's incarnation might merely have been putting on a bold front while inwardly weak, its aura long since worn away by the years.
Perhaps he had no way of controlling Ye Tian at all.
Yet someone capable of capturing him in the blink of an eye was not someone Ye Tian would lightly test.
Drawing a deep breath, Ye Tian stepped off the altar. But at that very moment, an abrupt change arose.
Heaven and earth shifted in an instant. Everything around him began to recede, and the divine statues beneath the altar swept past Ye Tian as though they were endless.
No one knew how much time passed. Ye Tian even lost all sense of time itself.
When he regained his senses, he discovered to his astonishment that he was standing atop a river.
The river was incomparably broad, yet even the faintest trace of its aura was enough to make his heart shudder.
Beyond the great river, far away in the distance, lay a place shrouded in churning, eternal chaos.
The aura within it was even more terrifying than that of the river.
"What place is this?" Ye Tian