Such direct insults did not cause Han Junjie to show a gloomy or extremely angry expression.
He acted as if he hadn't heard, with his hands clasped behind him, looking into the distance, maintaining that heavenly talent demeanor.
In this regard, Su Han was thoroughly helpless.
Shaking his head, he also looked toward the crack.
Before he spoke, a colossal structure slowly emerged.
This structure resembled a tall tower, yet unlike a tower.
Below it were four pillars supporting the enormous rounded altar in the center, and above the altar, three sharp tips emerged, reaching straight into the clouds.
From afar, even across hundreds of thousands of miles, the gigantic Altar of the Divine Dao was clearly visible.
On the altar's surface were many pattern marks etched, resembling various creatures, yet their types were unknown.
"Oh my, is that the Altar of the Divine Dao?"
"It's so huge, with such a majestic and ancient aura, as if it has existed for billions of years..."
