Seeing the blood and soul disappearing on the altar, Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He probably knew the truth about the Shen family.
In the past, the ancestor of the Shen family didn't die when entering the great tomb, probably because the Innate Water God spared him and granted him the bloodline of the Water God, raising him like a pig.
In the following hundreds of thousands of years, all members of the Shen family, upon death, would have their souls and blood collected by the altar across time and space, to fill the Innate Water God's origin, helping to delay the arrival of the Innate Water God's death.
"So the Innate Water God before us is not dead yet!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
"Zhang Chen, something is not right here!" Tushan Qing moved shakily towards the altar, but was pulled back by Zhang Chen with a firm grip on his shoulder: "No need to go!"
"Why?" Tushan Qing turned to look at Zhang Chen.
