The time has come.
Zhou Yitang's gaze was sharp, and her two fingers formed a sword technique. From top to bottom, she brought down an invisible sword.
Toward the Heavenly Altar!
............
Inside the Heavenly Altar.
The figure of the female crown slowly collapsed to the ground.
Her vacant eyes stared at a place—the shattered divine inheritance path of the Goddess.
Chen Yi pressed her head, silently watching her.
The bronze tripod with "Dao" engraved and twin dragons on its three legs was already broken. The bronze chariot mural on the wall was dim, and silence pervaded the Heavenly Altar.
Lin Wanxiao remained unconscious in the original spot, while Anhou, half-possessed by the Tushan Clan, slowly approached the bronze tripod with three legs and twin dragons, staring dazedly.
The white-robed female crown raised her head, her pupils unfocused. In a trance, she lifted her hand, trying to reach out, but grasped at nothing.
Chen Yi lowered his head, looking at her.
