At the center of the altar, a sphere as black as ink hovered.
"This is..."
Jiang Ye's pupils shrank abruptly.
The sphere was surrounded by strands of black primordial currents, resonating subtly with the golden-white light of the White Dragon Royal Court, forming a peculiar balance.
Woo~
The White Dragon Royal Court slowly descended, placing the two at the edge of the altar. The light gradually subdued but did not disappear, as if waiting for something.
"Young friend."
An aged voice suddenly echoed.
Beside the altar, the void slightly twisted.
An elder dressed in golden clothes slowly appeared, his face ancient, marked by endless traces of time, yet not a single sign of life emanated from him.
"Congratulations, you've arrived at the land of dark legacy." The golden-clad elder spoke.
He hovered in the void, looking calmly at Jiang Ye, his eyes showing no hostility, only a faint hint of scrutiny.
"Who might you be, elder?"
