Jiang Yun still felt lingering fear. Just two Altar Fragments had already stirred up such terrifying turmoil. What kind of world-destroying power, then, did the true Altar contain?
And how terrifying must the being that controlled the Altar and harvested countless living beings be?
What worried him even more was that as Altar Fragments continued to emerge, more and more Dao Ancestors would become involved. Under the erosion of that weird aura, would they be assimilated and ultimately become lackeys of the Weird Clan?
A powerful sense of crisis surged endlessly through his heart like raging waves.
Jiang Yun suddenly drew in the essence of heaven and earth, like an ancient Taotie whale swallowing a sea of clouds stretching ten thousand miles, then instantly sat cross-legged on the ground.
His divine sense, like a snapped string being restrung, slowly revived within his chaotic sea of consciousness.
Ripples spread through the surrounding Void, as though countless Dao Runes were circulating. They were cracks in the laws of heaven and earth torn open as his divine sense repaired itself.
Who knew how much time passed? The halo radiating from his body grew increasingly brilliant, like a newly risen blazing sun, marking the complete return of his divine sense to its peak.
Jiang Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning as it instantly fixed upon the newly acquired Altar Fragment.
The fragment glimmered with dim black light, mysterious patterns flowing across its surface as though ancient gods and demons were roaring within it.
He studied it intently. Unfortunately, although this fragment and the old one in his possession had been born from the same source, they seemed separated by an age. Its runes remained incomplete. Half a rune flickered upon it, facing the broken pattern on the other fragment from afar,