Wang Xuan disappeared into the Altar Space, Long Ling spiraled wearily, awaiting his return.
It only hoped that Wang Xuan's gains would be substantial; if he could indeed touch upon some core mysteries, his future would be boundless, achieving immortality with ease.
Even if he just obtained some peripheral treasures, it would be enough for him to become a formidable figure of his time, leaving his name in the starry sky.
After all, the items that could remain in that place were extremely precious and powerful, otherwise they would have long been destroyed and dissolved.
"I hope you can live a bit longer, don't die just after I've had a few naps."
It was bound here, as the source of energy for the Altar, the time it spent was too long, yet in such a long span, the beings with whom it could speak numbered merely a thousand or so.
Wang Xuan was just one of them, and it did not hold much hope, just a random seed sown.
