The three of them traversed the void and arrived at a place known as the Little Immortal Realm.
After stepping into this Little Immortal Realm, one would find it quite peculiar. The sky was dark and devoid of light, a murky gray throughout. The ground was cracked, with gigantic fragments of stone scattered sparsely upon the gray earth.
At the center of the gray earth, a massive altar rose from the ground.
However, this gigantic altar had already been split in two, cleaved into halves.
The altar was constructed from ancient, rugged stone blocks and towered a thousand meters high. A closer look would reveal that the surface of the stones was covered in pitch-black runes, with various depths of marks etched across.
Standing upon one of the stones atop the altar was a lone figure, becoming the only entity in this space.
The man in black clothing had his hands clasped behind his back, his deep, serene eyes staring into the void ahead, as if waiting for something.
