Lin Chen, his mind awhirl, shook his head slightly.
The shock left a chill running down his back!
If this Heavenly Court truly existed, it would be terrible news for everyone!
It would be like a blanket of darkness hanging over their heads, making even breathing difficult.
"Senior... although I don't know where this Heavenly Court you mentioned is, it hasn't been discovered in this universe for now... More importantly, I want to know what this Seven-Colored Altar is for!"
Hearing Lin Chen's question, the old Daoist stroked his beard.
With a gentle expression, he glanced back at the altar and shook his head slightly.
"I was already here when I awakened, so I know nothing of this altar's origins... But I do know that it was forged from my cultivation and has been sustained by it to this day!"
What?
The Seven-Colored Altar had been forged from the cultivation and flesh of a powerful expert?
Lin Chen's pupils contracted as he said:
"This... is too terrifying! There's more than one Seven-Colored Altar. There are others elsewhere, and I'm tracing their origins...
"If it is convenient, Senior, could you let me inspect this altar..."
The old Daoist nodded upon hearing this.
With a casual wave of his hand, the giant octopuses and Corpse Puppets around the Seven-Colored Altar vanished.
"Go ahead... This shell is nothing but a prison to me... If you can destroy it... then grant this old Daoist a swift end! Also, if you ever go to my homeland, Xiniu Habor, please deliver a message to my master for me. Tell him that his disciple knows he was wrong!"
Lin Chen was somewhat moved.
Looking at the old Daoist before him, he walked toward the altar step by step!
It was plain to see!
Strange patterns covered the