The altar was not a common white-jade altar.
All that could be seen was half of a cauldron, ancient in aura and bizarre in form.
Its presence was immensely majestic. Its mouth gaped wide like a prehistoric savage beast roaring at the heavens as it lunged to kill. That fierce, overpowering aura surpassed even the living, blood-warm exotic beasts and immortal beasts in sheer dominance.
A cauldron stood on three legs, yet this cauldron had only one leg supporting its upper body.
And it was called half because its interior was hollow and empty, like silent void itself, with only an outer shell remaining.
Lu Qing's eyes shone with divine clarity, piercing through the profundities concealed beneath that aura. "No, this is not a cauldron. It is the shadow of a cauldron."
Yet even draped in only an outer shell, like the shadow of that cauldron treasure, and only half-complete at that, it carried such a vast and boundless presence.
Lu Qing's heart jolted violently. He did not dare imagine what it would be like if the treasure's true body stood here. To say it could topple the heavens would perhaps be no exaggeration.
The moment he connected this thought, Lu Qing vaguely understood why the omen in the divination had mentioned such a line.
The Leftist Path sought to topple the heavens.
If it was not stopped, this would likely be only the beginning.
This spiritual insight had come with utter inexplicability, as naturally as reaching the point where one's cultivation was due for a breakthrough.
Yet his expression did not change much. He merely watched that cauldron.
White Crane, however, had always done as he pleased.
"Damn it, how could the Dao-Seeking Cauldron possibly appear here?!"
"No! It's fake."
White Crane was utterly alarmed. He had clearly recognized