Riding the Centaur Prince was purely out of Zhao Fu's curiosity. He had never ridden a centaur before and had no idea what it would feel like.
The result was quite good—fairly comfortable. Most importantly, it felt steady, without the jolting of an ordinary horse. And since a centaur's upper body was human, it could also fight as a warrior. Centaurs were thus natural-born cavalry.
In ancient times, cavalry had been the fiercest military arm, stronger than ordinary infantry. From this, it could be inferred that this centaur nation was quite powerful. Once he obtained the centaur Ancestral Power, he should leave this place as soon as possible, lest trouble arise.
After a while, Zhao Fu rode the Centaur Prince to that altar.
This altar was crude in the extreme, merely thrown together from random stones. Some places were uneven, and it was only two meters wide and one foot tall.
Zhao Fu was somewhat doubtful and asked, "Can this altar still be used?"
The Centaur Prince hurriedly answered, "Of course it can! This is one of the first Altars of our centaurs. The power it contains is even better than that of ordinary constructed Altars; it was merely abandoned due to various reasons."
Zhao Fu said nothing more. He dismounted and tossed out the centaur corpses from before, saying, "Then hurry up and begin!"
Hearing this, the Centaur Prince hurried onto the altar.
First, the Centaur Prince took out a dagger and cut open his wrist. Blood flowed from the wound and dripped onto the altar. As he began chanting an incantation, the altar emitted a blue glow.
The countless centaur corpses around them slowly turned into dried corpses. Their blood flowed into the altar and was absorbed by it.
Boom!
The altar erupted with a powerful aura and