The Living Seven-Colored Altar! The Old Daoist of Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain!

Someone was here!

The moment the voice appeared, Lin Chen's expression changed drastically.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately unleashed his Psychic Domain!

As his terrifying mental power swept out, it probed the entire deep pit!

Yet as second after second passed, the voice never appeared again.

And Lin Chen found no living creature within the pit.

A chill ran down his back as he immediately began searching the area.

But after searching all around, he still found no trace of any living creature.

As he looked at the Seven-Colored Altar that had devoured the monster, a terrifying thought surfaced in Lin Chen's mind.

He swallowed in disbelief and immediately drew the Demon Blade.

As sharp blade qi spread out, killing intent filled the entire pit!

"You actually discovered me..."

At that moment, the voice rang out again.

More precisely, the Seven-Colored Altar was speaking!

Lin Chen's pupils contracted slightly as he said:

"Who are you?"

The Seven-Colored Altar did not respond, and the space fell silent again.

It was not until Lin Chen approached step by step that the altar finally changed.

It was visible to the naked eye!

Before the altar, an old Daoist with an immortal bearing, white hair, and a snow-white beard silently appeared.

His figure was completely transparent, clearly not his true body!

Having seen much in the world, Lin Chen instinctively tightened his grip on the Demon Blade when he saw this.

A ghost!

And two words surfaced in his mind as well!

"It has been so many years. It has been a very long time since anyone from the Human Race came here..."

After a long silence, the old Daoist finally spoke:

"Young one, what era is it now? Who holds power over the greater situation?"

Lin Chen's gaze flickered at the question.