Ancient Turtle Mountain summit.
Xia Ping and his group finally arrived at this place. Looking up, they immediately saw a massive altar come into view.
The altar stood dozens of meters tall and stretched two or three kilometers long. Its entire body was forged from special ore, incomparably hard, with a gigantic super formation seemingly engraved across its surface.
The formation's patterns had been carved out by immense power, like deep ravines. They were now filled with blood, and the air was thick with a heavy stench of blood.
Vaguely, this formation seemed to resonate with heaven and earth in the unseen. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth for hundreds of kilometers around gathered here, all pouring into it as though it had become a fount of energy.
At this moment, at least a hundred elders from the Five Great Races had gathered around the altar. Besides them, the patriarchs of the other four great races were here as well.
It looked as though the Ancestor Altar was nearing completion. If Xia Ping and the others had not come to interfere, they likely would have finished building it soon.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Sensing Xia Ping and the others' auras, the elders of the Five Great Races all turned their heads, glaring fixedly at these uninvited guests.
Yan Bao, patriarch of the Rock Giant Clan, spoke first. Staring at Xia Ping, he said, "I never expected a human like you to dare appear here. Such a huge commotion happened earlier—the soldiers below must all be dead by now, right?"
A chilling glint flashed in his eyes. Such a disturbance would ordinarily have sent him charging down long ago to investigate, but not now.
The Ancestor Altar was on the verge of completion, and they could scarcely leave it. Otherwise, all