In Zhang Chen's eyes, the Queen Mother of the West is the embodiment of the Dao; could anyone in the world provoke the Queen Mother of the West?
However, he truly feels that the atmosphere of Mount Kunlun seems somewhat unusual now. A mysterious qi mechanism, intangible yet real, presses down from all directions. It is an intuition belonging to the Primordial Spirit.
Yet Zhang Chen cannot pinpoint where this crisis originates from.
Time hurriedly passes, as the altar rises bit by bit. A grand Heaven-Reaching Pillar slowly accumulates on the earth, reaching towards the sky.
The altar grows taller and taller, and more warriors perish. Countless warriors die but are then reforged into iron liquid, thrown into the furnace to melt, turning into a pool of fluid. However, more warriors are nurtured, joining the construction of the altar like an overwhelming army of ants.
