But at this moment, all the vitality here has already perished, becoming history, becoming the dust here.
If Jiang Hui were here, he would definitely be astonished.
Because the Sacrificial Sea looks almost identical to the scene within that Altar.
Only one difference.
One is blood-red and tumultuous.
The other is tranquil and serene, radiating a pure and flawless golden brilliance.
At the center of the monumental waves.
There stands a black altar.
Formed by unknown massive stones, grand, ancient, and boundlessly majestic.
Clearly, the surroundings are filled with blood waves surging skyward, yet here it remains exceptionally calm.
All commotion, upon approaching this altar, subsides completely.
Billowing and unceasing black mist surges from all directions, resembling giant black curtains, but upon nearing this altar, they remain unmoving.
From within the black mist, a few muffled voices are heard.
It seems someone is approaching this place.
