Xu Xin rode the Silver King to the edge of the altar at top speed.
The altar hadn't changed much compared to when he left yesterday; the only difference was that the blood-stained column without a statue no longer emitted heat.
Xu Xin looked at the altar's ground. There was no anomaly, just the usual uneven surface weathered by wind and sun. Yet Xu Xin was certain that the Blood Pattern Giant emerged from here.
There were no traces of its arrival around; if it didn't come from the altar, could it have fallen from the sky?
To prevent any further accidents, Xu Xin approached the ritual table, opened the small drawer for the altar knife, and put the knife back in.
The small drawer suddenly retracted on its own, and the entire ritual table started emitting a cold aura.
After about ten seconds, the cold aura faded. Xu Xin opened it again, finding a brand-new, shiny altar knife in the drawer.
Xu Xin took out the knife and found no traces of previous use.
