coobybook Chapter 528
Chapter 528
When they were the last to burst out of the cave and stand once again atop the Kunlun Mountains in the real world covered by millennia-old ice and snow, with howling winds, almost everyone was instantly exhausted, collapsing onto the cold snow, panting heavily, greedily inhaling the piercing yet incredibly pure air.
Sweat mixed with blood and grime froze quickly in the cold wind.
Behind them, from the bottomless abyss of corpses, came the roar of the huge tumor, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts!
The sound pierced through the thick ice and rocks, faintly reaching us, before being completely swallowed up and isolated by the howling mountain wind.
After surviving the disaster, all was silent and still.
The only sounds were heavy breathing and the thunderous pounding of a heart.
The wind and snow had stopped sometime earlier.
The heavy, leaden-gray sky hung low over the majestic snow-capped peaks, seemingly within reach, shrouding the entire mountaintop in a oppressive, suffocating silence.
Time seemed to be frozen in this frigid white wasteland.
"That's it!"
Wu Tianzhen struggled to sit up, his hoarse voice breaking the silence as he pointed to the very center of the mountain peak, his fingers trembling slightly from exhaustion and the cold.
All eyes turned to where he pointed.
An ancient, desolate altar, built from massive, uncarved black basalt blocks, stands like a silent giant, alone at the very center of the Kunlun Mountains.
The altar has endured thousands of years of wind, frost, rain, and snow. Its surface is covered with a thick, hard ice shell and is covered with traces of wind erosion, yet it still exudes an indescribable aura of majesty and sanctity from ancient times.
It is like the spine of this mountain range, the hub connecting heaven and earth.
Zhang Hao slowly straightened up. The boiling Qilin bloodline within him did not subside after escaping danger. Instead, as if sensing something, the burning sensation intensified, as if echoing the sleeping mountain range beneath his feet.
The biting cold seemed unable to penetrate his skin at all. He took a deep breath, the icy air entering his lungs, but it felt like boiling oil being poured into a raging fire.
His golden-red eyes, like burning stars, were fixed on the ancient altar. There was no joy of surviving a catastrophe in his eyes, only a deep-seated determination and a solemnity as if he were about to face final judgment.
The group helped each other up, struggling to their feet.
Every face bore the marks of utter exhaustion, lingering fear, the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe, and...
A kind of unwavering determination that has been forged and refined through repeated trials by this desperate situation, and has penetrated to the very core of one's being.
No one spoke; only the heavy footsteps crunched on the cold snow as they walked step by step toward the seemingly ancient black altar.
At the center of the altar, a circular, recessed stone trough about one meter in diameter comes into view.
The inner wall of the stone trough was covered with dense, twisted, and intricate ancient runes that no one could decipher, like countless closed eyes silently watching the newcomer from beneath the ice.
An indescribable, desolate aura, seemingly originating from the very beginning of creation, emanated from the stone trough.
Zhang Hao walked to the edge of the stone trough, his gaze sweeping over the mysterious runes.
He slowly raised his hand, palm facing upward, and a vortex emitting faint spatial fluctuations appeared out of thin air.
What appeared first was a huge fragment of dragon bone, as white as jade, yet containing a terrifying primordial pressure!
As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment, emitting a low hum.
Next, there was that radiant phoenix feather, imbued with an aura of immortality!
Finally, there was the ancient bronze box covered in patina and engraved with thunder patterns, and inside the box was a piece of crystal-clear water that seemed to contain the essence of the ocean.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Hao picked up the incredibly heavy fragment of the dragon bone with both hands and solemnly placed it into the central recess of the stone trough.
The moment the dragon bone touched the stone trough, the dormant runes seemed to be activated, flickering extremely faintly, like the trembling eyelashes of a sleeping beast about to awaken.
"..."
Zhang Hao's deep and solemn voice echoed across the deathly silent mountaintop. Each syllable seemed to carry a strange rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth, piercing through the howling cold wind and clearly reaching everyone's ears.
He pointed his fingers like a knife and, without hesitation, cut his palm!
The scalding hot blood, with its rich golden-red hue and molten glass-like appearance, dripped precisely, drop by drop, onto the shimmering phoenix feather in the stone trough!
Om-! ! !
It was as if an ancient god who had been asleep for billions of years had suddenly opened his eyes!
The phoenix feathers, stained with the original blood of the Qilin, instantly burst forth with a blinding pure white holy light that seemed capable of purifying all the filth in the world!
This light contains a magnificent divine power, as if it were the creation of the world, sacred and ancient!
The white light seemed to come alive, instantly wrapping around the huge dragon bone in the center of the stone trough!
Boom! ! !
The white flames, like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years finally finding an outlet, shot into the sky from the dragon bone!
The beam of light was incredibly thick, instantly piercing through the heavy, lead-gray sky!
The entire summit of Kunlun was illuminated by this sacred light, as bright as day!
Wherever the light reached, the millennia-old ice and snow seemed to cheer with joy, and the howling wind on the mountaintop was instantly calmed!
The ancient runes on the altar, which had been dormant for countless years, seemed to be infused with life at this moment, and they all lit up instantly!
Golden flames flowed and burned within the grooves of the runes, forming mysterious and unfathomable totems!
The entire altar seemed to come alive, emitting a deep and majestic hum that resonated with heaven and earth!
An unimaginable, immense power, capable of distorting space, erupted from the center of the altar!