"Found it, this is the place!"
Led by Xiu Niang, the two finally discovered an altar.
It was an altar constructed from pitch-black stones, with dried and coagulated blood staining its surface, leaving dark crimson marks. Countless piles of Bai Gu were scattered around the altar. In its center, two prayer mats were placed, but the statue standing at the heart of the altar had been vandalized—its head was missing.
"This... is this really the entrance to the Ancient Ruins? It doesn't quite feel like it..."
"Ancient Ruins, as they're called, are merely fragmented, self-contained spaces. My senses aren't wrong—this is the only entrance."
With that, Xiu Niang stepped onto the altar confidently, prompting Lu Chuan to follow hastily.
"How do we open it?"
"An altar is an altar; naturally, it requires a sacrifice."
Xiu Niang cast a glance at Lu Chuan, as though he were a fool, then promptly slit her wrist, allowing her vivid red blood to drip onto the statue at the altar's center.
