So with this opportunity laid out before them, one could imagine that others would go as well.
Moreover, this was a notice issued by the sect's upper ranks.
If it were absolutely perilous, there would be no need to trick their own disciples into going.
Therefore, Mo Mingsheng was more inclined to believe that there would certainly be danger within.
But the danger should not be enough to wipe out everyone who entered.
Otherwise, there would have been nothing wrong with Wang Chunrong's intuitive sense either.
Perhaps the dangers inside would not be too much of a problem for the three of them.
The altar flowed with a black sheen.
As they drew near,
a trace of disbelief appeared in the three men's eyes.
Mo Mingsheng also felt somewhat uneasy.
Because the altar before them possessed no sacred aura whatsoever.
That black luster—rather than an immortal's altar, it looked more like something concocted through the crooked, heretical arts of some unsavory person.
Yet that aura was indeed exceedingly terrifying.
It drifted through the depths of the altar, and the first impression it gave was that this altar was absolutely no ordinary altar.
An ordinary altar would not inspire such heart-pounding dread.
The altar slowly formed a stairway in the air.
Every step was an illusory black stair.
There was no connection between the steps.
As the floating stairs emerged, the three of them could already hear the commotion around them growing more restless.
"It's appeared! The altar must lead to an immortal's abode."
"It should be a secret realm. I just wonder what kind of secret realm it is—an inheritance, cultivation, or treasure hunting..."
"A secret realm left behind by an immortal cannot be that simple, can it? I think it feels more like a cultivation secret realm. Cultivating inside