The altar floor was blue-green, utterly unremarkable.
The Giant Spirit Sword slipped effortlessly into the very center of the altar, as though it were being plunged into tofu.
"Buzz..."
It was as if tens of millions of bees had flapped their wings at once, and the air seemed to boil.
The ground trembled as though an Earth Dragon were turning over.
Chu Zhiyuan's body shook, as if he could no longer hold himself steady and was about to fall.
"You brat!... Outrageous! Insolent!"
The round-faced elder pointed at him and shouted.
The four of them retreated to stand at the four corners of the altar, gripping the railings as they stared wide-eyed at the strange transformation before them.
How could the altar floor, impervious to blades and spears, possibly have a sword thrust into it?
What sort of change was this?
Ssh! The Giant Spirit Sword sank in one foot before stopping, then was immediately bounced out of the ground and shot straight into the sky.
It turned into a streak of white light, rising higher and higher until it vanished without a trace.
The instant the Giant Spirit Sword sprang out, the altar became still again, as if nothing unusual had ever happened.
Chu Zhiyuan raised his head blankly and watched the sky, waiting for the Giant Spirit Sword to fall back down.
Yet time passed, and the Giant Spirit Sword never reappeared.
Chu Zhiyuan turned to the four elders and asked with a bitter smile, "What happened?"
"I was about to ask you what happened!" the round-faced elder roared, glaring at him. "You bastard, where did you get the nerve to act so recklessly? This is the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"
Chu Zhiyuan said sheepishly, "I merely wanted to see what was so wondrous about this place, and what