The Control Center, the Curse Enshrouding the Immortal Island, Xue Huo of the Curse Clan

After testing Bright Moon Wuxia, Chu Kuangren turned his gaze toward the Bronze Sacrificial Altar.

The altar exuded an ancient, boundless aura.

The runes upon it were incredibly ancient. During his travels through the Humanistic Ancestral Land, Chu Kuangren had seen some similar runes.

These were very likely ancient runes from the very beginnings of the Human Race.

He simply did not know what deeper meaning they held.

Chu Kuangren flashed onto the altar. There were no runic restrictions or anything of the sort on it, so he stood atop it with ease.

At the center of the altar stood a Stone Pillar.

There was also a hole in the Stone Pillar.

It seemed to be meant for holding something.

"Master, this hole's dimensions match the Sword Ancestor exactly."

Xiao Ai's voice rang out.

Chu Kuangren looked thoughtful. He took out the Sword Ancestor, then slowly inserted it into the hole. Instantly, the entire altar shook.

Not far away, Bright Moon Wuxia's eyes flashed.

"Oh, he discovered the altar's secret so quickly."

Buzz!

The altar trembled, releasing a peculiar fluctuation. Ripples spread through the void like rings across a lake into which a stone had been thrown.

Chu Kuangren stood atop the altar, holding the Sword Ancestor.

The power of the Great Dao within him began circulating furiously of its own accord.

An inexplicable insight welled up in his mind.

"This altar is the control center for the entire Immortal Island! Once I refine this altar, it will be equivalent to refining the whole Immortal Island and becoming the Island Master!"

A hint of delighted surprise appeared in Chu Kuangren's eyes.

After all, this Immortal Island contained countless resources. Being able to refine it would be a tremendous opportunity.

With the entire Immortal Island in his possession, why would he