"This place..."
Yang Xia stared blankly at the altar, which towered like a mountain cliff. His heart surged with emotion, and he could not calm himself for a long time.
When he finally came to his senses, he discovered that the suspended golden glow radiated an irresistible allure, stirring an involuntary urge to climb up and pluck it down.
"Calm down, calm down!"
"I need to calm down first!"
Yang Xia silently admonished himself.
Though he was young, he had spent years venturing through the world and could be considered a seasoned hand.
Hidden realms, ruins, and cave abodes were indeed places where fortuitous encounters were common. Mortals who found such opportunities could often defy heaven and change their fate, rising straight into the clouds.
But those blessed with extraordinary fortune seemed chosen by destiny itself. Why should such luck fall to him?
Yang Xia possessed a steadiness that kept him alert to his own impulses.
Yet now that the opportunity stood before him, he would never pass up the chance to investigate. Though these thoughts occurred to him, he still could not resist climbing the stairs beside him and reaching the top of the altar.
From here, he looked down over the scenery and felt an almost intoxicating sense of standing above the countless masses.
It was as though he could achieve greatness simply by plucking down that golden glow.
Yang Xia followed the light, advancing cautiously and keeping his guard up.
But he soon realized that doing so was utterly pointless.
He no longer had his primary spirit creature with him. Even if some demon or ghost truly leaped out, he would be powerless to resist and could only try to escape.
Fortunately, his luck held, and nothing happened along the way.
Only when he drew close did