"What is that guy trying to do?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes. He instinctively felt that the Metal Clan chieftain wasn't up to anything good, but even if he wanted to stop it now, it was already too late.
"Oh no! It's trying to sacrifice its own body to forcibly activate the Ancestor Altar. We can't let it succeed!" Qingluan's expression changed as she suddenly recalled some information about the Ancestor Altar.
When the altar was nearly complete, a sacrifice could hasten its completion and even forcibly activate its connection. The Metal Clan chieftain had probably come up with this plan for that very reason.
Perhaps, seeing the chieftains of the four great races die, it knew that if it didn't sacrifice itself, Xia Ping would kill it next. It might as well give up its life to forcibly activate the Ancestor Altar.
Rumble!
As soon as she finished speaking, the Metal Clan chieftain's entire body melted into a pool of liquid metal and instantly flowed into the Ancestor Altar, filling every flaw in its surface.
Then, with a surge of energy, the entire altar began to radiate an endless crimson light.
Xia Ping looked over and saw every line etched into the altar light up. A vast, mysterious formation rose into the sky, spreading over a thousand kilometers in every direction.
Faintly, the formation seemed to connect with the depths of the universe. A map of the starry cosmos appeared, dotted with countless stars that seemed to mark the locations of the Ancestor Altars scattered throughout the universe.
At the same time, countless ancient races seemed to roar from within the altar, while shamans chanted. The surrounding air filled with the aura of antiquity, savagery, age, and chaos. This was inheritance. This was history.
It was as though the