The black stone altar looked solemn and somewhat eerie.
There were also strange symbols on the stone edges of the altar.
"This is an altar for the Ghost Cave tribe to worship the Snake God."
Shirley Yang looked at the altar before her, a sense of doubt growing in her heart.
"It seems so, but this altar is very strange. Why is there an altar like this in this illusory space?"
Hu Bayi's eyes showed some confusion. Logically, an altar outside would be normal.
But there was one in the illusory space too. Could the illusory space also be used to sacrifice to the Snake God?
"Old Hu, there's so much gold here."
Fatty, with his usual carefree attitude, was picking up gold coins from the ground.
There were also many skeletons scattered on the ground, clearly the remains of those who had made sacrifices.
"I get it. This illusory space is not a parallel world at all, nor is it a space of 'nothingness.' This space is the space within the Queen's eye!"
Hu Bayi clapped his hands, suddenly enlightened.
"The space within the Queen's eye?"
Shirley Yang was somewhat bewildered. The Queen's eye had a space? And it could let people in?
"Old Hu, stop beating around the bush. Tell us something easy to understand."
Fatty was also completely confused.
"Simply put, the Queen's eyeball is a treasure, more powerful than Boss's peach wood sword or Lu Shang Wang's sword."
"That treasure can form its own space. I've read about this in Taoist scriptures, but it's strange that this space can allow people in."
Hu Bayi said, both of them looking shocked.
"Old Hu, you're saying the Queen's eyeball is a magic artifact? My god, if we could get this magic artifact, we could transfer all the cultural relics into it."
"Wouldn't that be..."
Fatty's lips curved into a smile as he spoke.
If you could throw all those relics in here, Fatty wouldn't have to be a laborer anymore.
Fatty's spring was about to arrive!
Hu Bayi gave Fatty a glare.
"If it were that easy to obtain, how could no one have gotten it in a thousand years?"
Hu Bayi said, and Fatty touched his cheek.
"Old Hu, dreams are important, you know. What if it comes true while you're in the latrine."
Fatty chuckled. Meanwhile, Zhang Tian's side was engaged in a fierce battle.
"I feel a sign of loosening in my cultivation."
Zhang Tian murmured, and his attack speed increased.
Within his body, the Qilin blood was constantly emitting fiery energy, supplying Zhang Tian with an endless stream of power.
And because Zhang Qilin's cultivation was high, he dealt with most of the strange monsters.
"Qilin, let me take the main force. I feel my cultivation is a bit loose, and I might be able to break through to Grandmaster."
Zhang Tian said.
If he could break through to Grandmaster, Zhang Tian would be even more confident about the Jing Jue Ancient City.
Zhang Qilin nodded, his footsteps flickered, leading a large number of monsters towards Zhang Tian.
Through the battle, Zhang Tian had already learned the attack patterns of these monsters.
For example, the floating eyeballs in the sky had an attack that could turn people to stone. As long as they weren't hit by their light, they were safe.
However, to destroy these eyes, one had to use Qilin blood, which was a bit troublesome.
After all, Zhang Tian's blood was limited; he couldn't keep bleeding.
"Phoenix Transformation, Fire God assist me."
Zhang Tian drew a talisman in the air with his peach wood sword.
The surroundings instantly erupted into a sea of fire, and the floating eyes also smelled somewhat scorched.
However, Zhang Tian's fire did not have a significant effect on them.
"Waa waa..."
The vehicles made noises, and at the same time, countless eyeballs around them emitted light.
Zhang Tian continuously channeled his true qi, weaving through the light beams.
Zhang Qilin's Black Gold Ancient Saber continuously slashed at the floating eyes before him.
"If the light from these eyes can turn us to stone, then those vehicles should be able to as well."
Zhang Tian thought to himself, his figure flashing several times, attracting the light emitted by the eyes towards the attacking vehicles.
As expected, after being illuminated by the light, the vehicles turned into grayish-white stones one by one.
Seeing this, Zhang Qilin, without needing to be told, began to use the eyes to destroy the vehicles on the ground.
Zhang Qilin naturally did not want to live by cutting his own blood every day. If it could be solved more easily, he would naturally choose the simplest method.
Zhang Tian discovered that as he dodged, his true qi was being consumed, and the Qilin blood was replenishing it. In this way, with this cycle repeating, Zhang Tian's cultivation began to be refined.
For a time, both sides were fighting with abandon. Zhang Tian had no precise way to eliminate the eyes, and naturally, they could not do anything to Zhang Tian and the other.
A stalemate was reached.
On Hu Bayi's side, the three of them looked at the altar, unable to find a breakthrough.
No, it should be two people; Fatty was not considered a person when it came to thinking.
"There are many runes on the pillars of this altar. To break the illusory space, we probably have to start with these patterns."
Shirley Yang's gaze fell on the curse patterns before her. She reached out, intending to touch the curse patterns, but was stopped by Hu Bayi.
"These curse patterns are likely attached with a curse. If you touch them carelessly, you might get infected."
Hu Bayi said, and he took out his compass.
Hu Bayi wanted to try using the compass to decipher the altar before them.
However, when he took out the compass, his eyes widened.
He saw that the compass, which was fine before, had become somewhat strange. The needle on the compass began to spin erratically.
It was as if a compass had lost control.
This completely stumped Hu Bayi.
"Old Hu, did your compass drink fake wine?"
Fatty looked at Hu Bayi's compass and said something astonishing.
Seeing this, Shirley Yang tried taking out some explosives from her backpack.
After all, at this point, besides physical attack, there seemed to be no other way to deal with this altar.
"Yang Demolition, are you going to blow it up?"
Fatty looked at Shirley Yang with surprise.
He hadn't expected Shirley Yang to still have explosives left.
"Are there any other methods now? Brother Zhang and the others won't be able to hold on for long, and the monsters are getting more and more numerous."
Shirley Yang glanced towards Zhang Tian's side, where the eyes were becoming more and more numerous.
And those eyes seemed to grow, one of them already reaching about a meter in size.
It looked both disgusting and terrifying.
Zhang Tian's finger had already been corroded and felt somewhat stiff.
"Let's risk it."
Hu Bayi knew that if he relied on his own calculations, it would take forever. It was better to go with Shirley Yang's plan.
It was both practical and effective.
Shirley Yang nodded and began to arrange the detonating fuses.
Soon, explosives were placed around the altar.
"So exciting, damn, firing cannons at someone's altar."
Fatty looked at Shirley Yang's back and gave her a thumbs-up.
Then, everyone was ready, and Fatty retreated far away.
At this time, black smoke began to rise from the altar.
Zhang Tian's side.
"Holy crap, demolition!"
Zhang Tian was stunned when he saw the explosives.
Had they stolen Tian Zhen's technique!
Blowing things up here, Zhang Tian feared Shirley Yang wouldn't be able to control herself.