Ch. 142 - Secret
At this moment, the sky was dark, with stars scattered across it. In the valley, a towering sacrificial altar made entirely of black jade stood solemnly, its surface broad and expansive.
The old madman used his fingers like blades, carving with intense focus. Stone chips flew in all directions as he engraved complex Dao Runes, densely packed, deeply etched, and utterly inscrutable.
The full moon hung high, casting its cold, silvery light down. At the domain gate, only the faint rustling of wind could be heard. The black jade glowed faintly, revealing mysterious engraved Runes.
Ye Fan watched from the side, trying to comprehend the process. But the attempt left him dizzy, it was filled with endless spatial imprints that could easily make someone lose themselves.