The chilly night sky, with moonlight pouring down like water.
Inside the protective array of the Wilderness Temple, it had been freshly cleaned by the Old Clan Chief Man Chu using the power of the array, with all the bluish blood spilled on the ground poured into the altar.
Li Qingming quietly stood around the altar, watching it gradually soaked by fresh blood and becoming more filled with the aura of the Dao, his thoughts inscrutable.
"Hum!"
Just when all that remained of the fierce beasts' carcasses on the altar were skins, a brilliant column of light suddenly shot out from the Wilderness Temple directly in front, reaching up above the altar.
The pillar of light, resplendent and about a dozen feet thick, released an endless suction force from within, continuously pulling at the altar below.
The altar, stained with colorful blood, suddenly shook violently, and clouds of blood mist spread into the air above it, rushing straight towards the column of light.
