Countless cultivators in clear radiance filled the area, yet none of them could conceal the icy, sinister aura of the black-light altar.
If no one had stated that this was an ancient immortal's ruin,
many would likely have taken it for an evil altar.
A figure stood nearby.
Zhou Shenlong examined the altar.
Several months had passed, and the altar's black light had continued to circulate without pause. He had seen someone attempt to climb onto it.
Yet the mysterious radiance covering the altar was exceedingly bizarre.
It directly melted away that cultivator's entire cultivation.
Calling it melting was not quite right. It was more like all of his cultivation had been directly extracted.
There was something indescribably strange about it.
"How come there's not a word about these Ancient Immortals? No one here knows what's going on either."
Black Cat listened in all directions and watched every road.
An overwhelming number of distant voices reached its ears.
Yet not a single useful piece of information was among them.
Other than learning that there was an ancient immortal here, there was nothing else.
Zhou Shenlong could not make anything of it either.
He had come here because of an identity hanging on him.
The task attached to that identity was to guard this altar.
Then wait for people from above to come and open it.
That was right. Though word had spread far and wide that this altar was open to everyone, anyone who approached it without permission would certainly meet no good end.
That unlucky cultivator was proof enough.
With that cautionary example before them, the others drawn here by the Ancient Immortals' name also became mostly well-behaved for the time being.
At most, they watched to see whether any changes would occur to the altar.
None were rash