Fang Xing unintentionally placed the Red Dragon into the Creation Thunder Pond, which unexpectedly aligned with the Supreme Dao Lineage's requirements.
In the distance, a black altar standing ninety-nine zhang tall emerged at the edge of heaven and earth, with a path leading straight to the top of the altar.
On both sides of the altar stood black statues, each nine zhang and nine chi tall, overlooking the path from above. There were a total of nine, with four on the left, four on the right, and the ninth at the top of the altar, beside the stone platform. Although they were just statues, and countless years had passed, a terrifying majesty still seemed to emanate subtly from them. The stone eyes, cold and expressionless, gazed at Fang Xing as he walked on the path.
"Why does this feel like they're choosing a son-in-law?"
Fang Xing felt a chill under the scrutiny of the statues and couldn't help but wonder if he could climb up from behind the altar.
