The ancient altar looked like an ordinary altar, appearing no different from afar.
In this land of the Blood Pool, such an altar was not particularly eye-catching, everything seemed ordinary.
But when Zhou Yan crossed the blazing blood-red flames and passed through various blood pools, he realized that the altar was not as mundane as it appeared.
As Zhou Yan approached the altar, he immediately felt the profound and extensive power of space laws. The altar remained an altar, yet all around it were space fissures, resembling pieces of shattered space being pieced together.
Such a scenario was extremely rare, Zhou Yan had never encountered it before.
Space naturally exists, at least to a certain extent it should be intact, but around the altar, everything was broken. It was not a standalone space but rather traces of shattered spaces were mixed together and forcibly fused, forming a chaotic broken place.
A place like this should not exist.
Yet Zhou Yan saw its existence now.
