The walls were ruined, full of desolation, and there was not a trace of weeds in them, as if they had been embedded in the grassland by some kind of life, just like the lake just now. The building was so shattered that Shadow Seven stretched out his palm and stroked the last part of the column, his movements extremely gentle, afraid that the cracked place would shatter if he touched it. It is also full of the power of time, but it is not a spatial whirlpool like where the lake is located, but a long period of precipitation. Even so, it retains its ultimate persistence, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the grasslands before it is completely reduced to powder.

Kagechi slowed his pace, trying to piece together the scene in front of him with the image in his head, but he found it difficult to do. It's so broken that you can barely find any areas that can overlap. Records of this place can be traced back to the shadow guard inheritance dozens of generations ago, when it was in its heyday, and it also had its due bearing. He explored little by little, he could only enter the Circle Realm, there should be no other race here, but he remained vigilant.

He marched slowly, step by step. There was something strange under his feet, and the left foot he stepped in front of him sank slightly. He looked at it, then crouched down, carefully probing for anything unusual. When he stood up again, he had some joy on his face that could not be concealed. This is where the stairs are, and the whole area is the same, leading down to the disc that is slightly lower underground. He walked on, briskly, for he had probably found it, and this was where the altar was.

Stepping on the steps that almost melted into the ground, but he could clearly feel that he was descending, which strengthened his suspicions. He was very anxious, but at the same time there were many different emotions, and he only felt that something was about to rush out of his chest. He did not block this emotion, but let it go, which was the land of the ancestors, and should have been carried with longing and awe.

He walked for a long time, and it seemed to be a slight area on the flat ground just now, but when he really stepped in, he found that it was terrifyingly deep. This irrationality is a testament to the wonder of this place.

Smack!

There was a crisp sound, and it was the soles of his shoes that were made of a completely different material than the steps. As far as the eye can see, it is a wide square with intricate patterns carved on the ground. It seems that it has not been eroded by the years, and it is still in a very intact state, and there is not even dust, which can clearly refute the trend direction of the lines. There was no lighting, but there was plenty of light in the altar, which was slightly gloomy and cold unlike daylight.

Shadow Seven didn't notice this, because from the moment he stepped in, all his mind was concentrated on the giant dome in the center of the square. After a long time, Shadow Qi withdrew his gaze, and he began to clean up his clothes, but the dark blue blood stained on them could not be easily erased, so he frowned, and finally took off the robe and gently placed it outside the altar. Then he took a few deep breaths, took steady steps, like a devout believer, and walked towards the giant ding in the center of the square. He came to the tripod, looked up, and looked at this tripod up close, it was even more huge, almost more than three people tall. Standing still for a moment, he stretched out a palm, even trembling uncontrollably, and gently pressed against his dark body. The moment he touched it, his whole body began to tremble. The touch transmitted from the palm of the hand was not cold, but a trace of warmth.

Bang!

There was a thunder on the ground, and Ying Qi couldn't tell if this thunder came from within the Juding, or just in his spiritual world, but he really felt the vitality in the Juding. And the black fog that had been invisible for a long time appeared from his body with a "bang", as if he was driven away and as if he was attracted, and he directly broke away from Ying Qi's body, and then quickly merged into the black ding.

The strange scene was born, and after absorbing the black mist, Juding seemed to really come to life, and suddenly a trace of fire broke out. It was as if someone had set a fire in it, and then switched back and forth between swarthy and crimson, as if breathing. Shadow Nine didn't notice the shocking change. Because his palms were firmly glued to his body, but the brilliance in his eyes was lost little by little, the whites of his eyes quietly occupied all the pupils, and then a mist filled his mouth, and his mouth began to unconsciously chant words. It looks very strange in the empty square. Soon, the murmur turned into a chant, and the voice became louder and louder, as if with the help of the giant ding, a huge roaring effect was transmitted.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and this time it was different from just now, as if there were two invisible people on his side, constantly hitting him, but because of the palm glued to the giant ding, he did not fall. And with the swing again and again, a breath was rapidly disappearing from his body. In just a dozen seconds, his face began to age, like a craftsman holding an awl, quickly carving wrinkles on his face. At the same time, his figure began to shrink, and the clothes that had been fitting had a feeling of spaciousness.

Vitality! Just like when he summoned the black mist in the underground secret room, Hei Ding actually directly absorbed the life force in his body through Shadow Seven's palm. The frequency of the juding switching between light and dark is getting faster and faster, and then the change is Ying Qi's body, he is aging rapidly, his body is rickety, his feet are staggering, he almost has no strength to keep standing, he paced a few small steps, closer to the Ding body, only the palm of his hand still remains in its original state.

Boom!

There was a dull sound, as if a giant was holding a wooden stick, and it was round and crashed into the giant ding. Juding once again completed some unknown change, and the rapidly changing colors also stopped.

Click!

With this crisp sound, an undetectable crack appeared on Ding's body. And this sound is the beginning of change, and countless fine lines start with the first one and quickly spread outward. In the end, all the fine lines were densely covered in the tripod body, and then with a slight shock, all of them peeled off, but they did not fall to the ground, and disappeared directly into the air as soon as they left the giant tripod. And the black giant tripod has a bronze color, and it is a warm and bright brilliance from the tripod. A warm current slowly converged from the middle of the tripod to the firm palm, and then teleported back to Shadow Seven's body. Like a shriveled balloon, he suddenly began to inject gas, only at a much slower rate than when he had absorbed the life force.

Five minutes later, Shadow Seven's body returned to its original state, but this process of recovery was not over, and he was forcibly "blown" into a fat man again. Xu is Juding also felt a little too much, and quietly flipped back and began to absorb the excess energy, and Ying Qi's body dried up again. Juding is like a naughty boy, he can't always grasp how much energy should be delivered, he loses and sucks, sucks and loses, and goes back and forth dozens of times. Suddenly, with a "snap", Ying Qi's whole person was bounced away, and his palm finally left Juding. The figure in his eyes gradually recovered, and soon turned into heat.

"Huh...... Hehe...... Hahaha......"

Shadow Seven clenched his fists, and an unprecedented sense of power filled his entire body. He raised his head and looked at the juding full of life in front of him, laughing wildly.