630: A strange altar!

In the eyes of countless people, the brilliant and talented Ninth Highness only needed to wait for the City Lord of Cangkong to depart before he would take charge of the overall situation in Cang Kong City.

Such a Cultivator was already at the Peak that billions of people yearned for and envied!

However, Netherworld Cold himself was not satisfied with this.

His father, the City Lord of Cangkong, was so powerful and imposing.

Compared to him, he was still like a fledgling bird, counting for nothing at all. If one day his father were to leave, how could he, in his current state, possibly uphold such a massive power?

Therefore, he had to improve!

He wanted to go one step further, to reach even greater heights!

He possessed a Heaven-Defying Physique, which was the source of his confidence.

However, at his current Realm, those ordinary Heaven And Earth Treasures, and even Immortal-grade Heaven And Earth Treasures, had a negligible effect on the improvement of his cultivation.

What he craved was a truly peerless treasure, a supreme Opportunity that would allow him to reach the heavens in a single bound!

This time, by a stroke of luck, his elder brother helped him find this legendary ancient ruin through a glimmer of sporadic clues.

It was rumored that a peerless treasure was hidden inside!

At this moment, the Spirit-Devouring Profound Physique within him was emitting waves of unprecedented craving. That palpitation originating from the depths of his Bloodline was reminding him that something capable of causing a qualitative change in his cultivation truly existed here!

Netherworld Cold looked at the Void Realm ahead with burning eyes, then clenched his fists and rushed toward the central area.

Meanwhile.

Lu Hao was also exploring this endless dark space, bringing along Demonic Thought and the Little Beast he had recently subdued.

His purpose for this trip was very clear: to find the next personal disciple prompted by the System.

As for what treasures were here, Lu Hao did not really care much; it was barely enough to satisfy his curiosity.

It was just that this space was too vast and too eerie.

As Lu Hao continued to penetrate deeper, the faint, oppressive aura became stronger and stronger, and an indescribably heavy pressure squeezed in from all directions.

The Grandmist Indestructible Physique within Lu Hao began to operate at an intensely increased rate, and wisps of imperceptible Chaos Qi flowed across his body, completely neutralizing that terrifying pressure.

Facing this pressure, Lu Hao did not feel much, but the two little ones in his arms had long lost their earlier mood for playing and frolicking.

The golden sphere transformed by Demonic Thought no longer spun around; it just clung tightly to Lu Hao's chest, its large eyes filled with caution.

The ink-jade Little Beast curled its entire body in Lu Hao's arms, its large, dark, glistening eyes looking around the darkness with great caution and a hint of longing.

Now, only by staying in Lu Hao's arms could they feel safe; otherwise, the pressure permeating the air alone would be enough to make their Divine Souls tremble.

He did not know how far they had advanced or how much Void Realm they had traversed.

The scene ahead was finally no longer the unchanging darkness.

Lu Hao stopped in his tracks and then looked up.

A huge, eerie altar appeared at the end of their vision without any warning!

The entire altar was built from an unknown type of black boulder; the stone was rough, yet it exuded an Immortal charm.

Carved upon it were nine twisted and abstract reliefs, resembling gods and demons, or perhaps Vicious Beasts, each radiating a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble.

Among them was one that looked somewhat familiar to Lu Hao, as if... it was similar to the Little Beast in his arms?

Lu Hao picked up the Little Beast and examined it carefully; that relief seemed to be what the Little Beast would look like when it grew up.

Looking at the relief in front of it, the Little Beast also began to get excited; it could feel an aura of the same origin!

It was constantly attracting it!

The Little Beast twisted its body slightly, as if it wanted to leave Lu Hao's arms and go to the place where the relief was.

But facing this eerie altar, the Little Beast hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not leave Lu Hao, just staring longingly at that relief.

Lu Hao did not pay attention to the changes in the Little Beast for the time being and continued to examine this ancient altar.

The surface of the altar was covered with a thick layer of dark red substance; that substance had long dried and congealed into lumps, emitting a rich smell of rust and decay.

Countless broken chains hung down from all sides of the altar, each as thick as a water bucket, with runes flickering on them, still retaining some residual power, but the runes were slightly broken, as if they had been forcibly destroyed by some external force in the past.

Just by looking at it from afar, a bloody and eerie aura rushed toward his face, making even Lu Hao feel a trace of unease.

In the deepest part of the altar, there seemed to be something, but it was shrouded by a layer of thick black fog, making it appear somewhat indistinct.

"Heavenly Eye of Unveiling!"

Lu Hao stopped his steps and activated the Heavenly Eye of Unveiling.

From Lu Hao's pupils, a power that could pierce through falsehoods burst out instantly, as if trying to break through this eerie altar.

However, this time, the usually invincible Heavenly Eye of Unveiling seemed to have failed.

The moment his gaze touched that patch of black fog, it was twisted and swallowed by an invisible force; a moment later, he still could not see through the scene inside.

The Heavenly Eye of Unveiling had actually failed again?

What on earth was inside?

A ripple arose in Lu Hao's heart.

He had intended to enter the interior of the altar to investigate, but facing something that even the Heavenly Eye of Unveiling could not see through, Lu Hao decided to play it safe.

After all, his cultivation had not yet truly stepped into the Immortal Realm, and in such an unknown place, it was better not to take too many risks.

As for directly using his emperor-grade magical treasure to blast the altar open in one blow?

Lu Hao could certainly do it.

But he dismissed this idea without even thinking about it.

The risk of doing so was simply too great; it would immediately expose the secret that he possessed an emperor-grade magical treasure.

One had to know that in the previous Void Space, even the Underworld Emperor in the Emperor Abyss did not dare to easily expose his hiding place, let alone himself, a mortal Cultivator who was not even an Immortal?

Lu Hao did not want to live a life of being hunted down by countless powerhouses, and possibly even attracting the prying eyes of emperor-grade existences.

Caution is the parent of safety.

Lu Hao did not approach, but carefully circled the periphery of the altar.

Although he could not enter, he still discovered some clues.

The aura of this altar seemed to have some extremely obscure connection with the Chaotic Soul Mountain above...

As for what the specific connection was, Lu Hao could not tell before going inside.

He stopped overthinking it and simply sat cross-legged by a boulder not far from the altar, waiting quietly.

He had a premonition that in this vast Void Space, the core area should just be this one eerie altar.

Since that was the case, the disciple he was looking for had a high probability of coming here.

When the time came, he would find a way to take them in as a disciple; wouldn't that be wonderful!