Mo Yun shot into the sky, vanished into the clouds, and raced onward.
Of course, before that, he had swiftly changed his aura and appearance, just to be safe.
Before long, a massive altar hidden among the wild woods came into view.
The altar was grand and ancient, built from an unknown material that resembled stone yet was not. Its overall layout matched the one Mo Yun had seen at the Heavenly Demon Cult's branch on Canglang Mountain in Yongzhou.
With a sweep of his perception, Mo Yun took in the entire scene. Fifty Transformation Period heretics were doing hard labor around the altar, huffing and puffing as they built it.
The preparations seemed to be nearing completion. Most of the Transformation Realm martial artists were laughing and chatting, and most of the conversation Mo Yun had picked up earlier had come from them.
Besides these Transformation Realm laborers, ten Core Condensation martial artists guarded the surroundings, concealed at various positions near the altar.
There were also five Primordial Unity Realm experts standing at the altar's center, intently watching for changes in their surroundings to prevent any mishaps.
Through his perception, Mo Yun found that three of these five were at the primordal unity early stage, just like him, while one was at the primordial unity mid-stage.
The three early-stage experts and the mid-stage expert guarded the four directions, standing like iron towers as they stared ahead and sensed every minute change around them.
In their midst stood a refined-looking middle-aged man with snow-white hair and beard, dressed in a scholar's robe.
Judging by his aura, he had already reached late primordial unity. His immense primordial spirit light seemed ready to spill out of him, like a small, burning sun. Merely standing there, he caused the surrounding space to warp