C651 Time Travel(last part)

"Why is it impossible? Why won't the last person succumb?" Lee Yuanye persisted.

"Because this is the ancestral land of the Human Clan, and that place is the Spirit Altar. While it may not be omnipotent, it's pretty close. Even if someone is on the brink of death, they can still make it to the Spirit Altar, and once there, they won't die," the figure in the black robe explained.

This time, Lee Yuanye had no argument left.

"The Spirit Altar is truly miraculous!" Woo Zhengyang exclaimed, hearing this for the first time. Although surprised, she had no reason to doubt the black-robed figure's words.

Moreover, Woo Zhengyang and her companions had only recently learned about the Spirit Altar from the Black-robed Holy Nun.

"It's more extraordinary than you can imagine, an existence even older than the Sacred Mountain!" the black-robed figure continued.

"So what if it's amazing? If we can't use it, it's pointless..." Lee Yuanye said, feeling utterly dejected. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he jumped up, grabbing Woo Zhengyang in excitement.

"What are you doing...?"

Startled, Woo Zhengyang pushed Lee Yuanye aside. Being suddenly embraced by a man was quite awkward.

"Boss, we definitely have hope, and that hope lies with you!"

"With me?"

"That's right. I, Lee the Seer, can't be wrong. Although this journey has been perilous, we shouldn't leave empty-handed. We've come this far through all the dangers, so there must be an opportunity. From the start, I've sensed that you're the key to this mission, so you must have a way," Lee Yuanye said excitedly.

"I don't have any solutions," Woo Zhengyang thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what was special about himself.

"Why don't you try climbing Profound Mountain, boss?" Lee Yuanye suggested, unwilling to give up.

"There's no path here. How am I supposed to climb?"

"Come on, boss, stop holding back. Show us what you've got!"

Woo Zhengyang was speechless. What cards did he have up his sleeve? Could it be the golden vortex?

If Woo Zhengyang had any secret weapon, it was indeed the golden vortex. This mysterious force had surprised him time and again. Could it be connected to this place? But if it were, shouldn't it have shown some sign by now? Yet, there was nothing.

"Let's go up and take a look first."

No matter what, Woo Zhengyang wasn't ready to give up. More than anyone, he wanted to return to the world he once knew.

The seemingly omnipotent Spirit Altar wasn't particularly special. The ninety-nine steps were even a bit worn down. As they climbed, a peculiar scene unfolded.

The first step they took, which seemed ordinary in size, suddenly transformed into something towering, completely out of place with the steps ahead.

Unlike previous transformations, this time Woo Zhengyang and his companions didn't change size; only the steps grew larger. Over several days, they ascended these expanding steps, and by the time they reached the Spirit Altar, it had risen to a towering height of hundreds of feet...

The distance of several hundred yards felt like a mountain range, offering a panoramic view of the entire core area. Yet, looking up at the Sacred Mountain, its peak remained out of sight.

Despite the vast underground space, the altar remained its original size. At its center stood a stone platform. The Black-robed Holy Nun approached it, followed by Woo Zhengyang and the others.

On the stone platform were intricate, blood-red patterns interwoven densely.

“What do you think?” Woo Zhengyang asked the Black-robed Holy Nun.

She shook her head, sighing with resignation, “It has indeed been used recently.”

“How can you tell?” Lee Yuanye asked, unwilling to give up.

“Look here,” the Black-robed Holy Nun pointed to the center of the stone platform.

At the spot she indicated with her slender finger, there was a small circular depression.

“This is the key to the Spirit Altar. Every ten thousand years, this depression produces a unique liquid. By dropping their blood into these patterns and merging it with the liquid, one can activate the Spirit Altar. But now, there’s no trace of the liquid, clearly indicating it’s been used.”

“Wow, someone really beat us to it... Boss, it’s up to you now,” Lee Yuanye said, placing his hopes on Woo Zhengyang.

Woo Zhengyang was speechless but still checked his own spiritual platform. The golden vortex within spun slowly, showing no signs of delivering any surprises.

“Boss... there’s no one else around, so don’t hold back. Show us what you’ve got! I believe in you. Even if you suddenly find yourself at the peak of Profound Mountain, I’d still believe it!”

“The problem is, I really don’t have that ability!” Woo Zhengyang said, frustrated. He had tried to fly with his sword after arriving here, but it was impossible.

“Lee Yuanye, stop pushing my master!”

“I’m not pushing him... I just did some calculations, and the key to leaving this place is with the boss!” Lee Yuanye said helplessly.

“With me?”

Woo Zhengyang trusted that Lee Yuanye wouldn’t mess around at a time like this, but he truly couldn’t think of any special abilities he had.

“Brother... let me out!”

While Woo Zhengyang was racking his brain, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. It was Rice, who had been asleep for a long time, waking up at this crucial moment!

With a thought, Rice appeared on the altar.

“Rice, you finally woke up. That was quite a long nap,” said Huo'er, who was closest to Rice, speaking up as soon as she appeared.

“Really? But I still feel like sleeping. I just sensed a familiar presence calling me,” Rice said, still groggy, as she walked toward the stone platform.

“It’s her... it’s her... it’s definitely her...” Lee Yuanye suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Rice.

"What is she?"

"It turns out the key to leaving here isn't the boss, but this little girl..."

As Lee Yuanye spoke, Rice had already reached the stone platform, her chubby little hand pressing on the patterns etched into the stone.

In an instant, the patterns came to life, glowing with red light that shot straight into the sky.

Before long, the entire area was bathed in red, with red characters drifting down from above like falling snow, swirling around...

"The Spirit Altar has been activated!"

When the Black-robed Holy Nun shouted this, everyone noticed it too.

The red characters falling from the sky landed on the ninety-nine steps of the altar. The steps, once smooth and mirror-like, were instantly corroded, covered in intricate patterns.

These patterns connected with each other, spreading across the altar beneath everyone's feet, linking with the patterns on the stone platform in front of Rice.

Once all the blood-red patterns were connected, the light they emitted began to flicker between bright and dim.

Gradually, that light shifted from red to white...