After a long and arduous search, Shen Jingqi and Lin Yue finally dragged their exhausted yet hopeful bodies to the bottom of the abyss. This place seemed like a corner forgotten by the world, with an eerie and terrifying aura saturating every inch of air. The surrounding rock walls were damp, with water droplets constantly dripping, making crisp yet creepy noises. The breath of death ran rampant, as if it might swallow them at any moment.
In the center of the bottom, a huge altar stood impressively. The altar was constructed from unknown black stones, covered with strange runes emitting an eerie glow. The glow flickered, sometimes bright as daylight, sometimes dim as ghostly fire, as if telling ancient and mysterious secrets.
"The last key must be hidden in this altar," Shen Jingqi's voice was deep and resolute, his eyes revealing an unquestionable determination.
