That day, Jiang Cheng and the others finally arrived near the altar.
Looking at the seemingly endless Black Jade platform ahead, stretching high into the sky, everyone felt waves of terrifying pressure.
"Old Mo, do you call this an altar?"
The platform ahead was layered, seemingly like towering mountains.
As for its size, it was probably no less than tens of thousands of miles.
Not to mention an altar, even a city in the Lower Realm isn't this large.
"It is indeed an altar; back then we launched our attack from here to the other side."
Looking at the familiar platform, Mo Chen couldn't help feeling a myriad of emotions.
"After millions of years, I didn't expect the altar to remain undamaged, just like it was back then."
"Yet, the billions of Immortal Demons that died here back then can never resurrect."
Suddenly, from behind came a chilling laugh.
"Thank you all for leading the way."
"Following you for a year indeed wasn't a waste of effort."
