"Divine Casting Rock?"
The new na from Ziwei’s mouth stirred Zhang Xiaoman’s heart.
Divine Casting Rock, just from the na alone, it seems like sothing quite extraordinary.
"That’s right, Divine Casting Rock, an extrely hard material, able to withstand millennia without decay, even high-level Controllers cannot easily destroy it."
Ziwei had grown accustod to Zhang Xiaoman’s ignorance, so she simply explained directly.
"Divine Casting Rock is a very precious material, it can be used to forge high-order Dark Spiritual Artifacts, and it is also essential for constructing Divine altars."
While she spoke, her palm carefully brushed over the surface of the altar, but then she seed to rember sothing and quickly withdrew her hand, retreating swiftly.
"What happened?"
Zhang Xiaoman was puzzled by her sudden action.
Ziwei took a deep breath, forcing herself to resist the urge to observe the altar, moving her gaze to the side and said:
"Since this altar is made using Divine Casting Rock, then it’s a real Demon God Altar, not a cheap imitation..."
"So we’d best stay away from it... or simply abandon the mineral vein here, and look elsewhere, there should be more..."
Zhang Xiaoman was slightly surprised, why suddenly abandon the mineral vein?
Seeing his look of confusion, Ziwei shook her head, smiled bitterly, and said:
"Ji Xing, I really don’t know whether to call you brave, or just naive... everything we’re doing in front of this altar might be sensed by that presence. So, I think we should leave quickly..."
Zhang Xiaoman was taken aback by her words.
"What do you an, it can perceive us?"
He said, instinctively directing his gaze toward the robed statue on the altar, a representation of the Demon Clan’s master who dominated this universe, revered by all clans, the most powerful entity in this world.
"Don’t look!"
Ziwei hurriedly reminded him, drawing Zhang Xiaoman’s attention back.
"I understand you may co from a very secluded place, so things you may not yet know... let explain, altars are divided into two kinds, true and false..."
"The false ones need no elaboration, they’re common items for believers to express faith, lacking any real power..."
"But the true altar is what we’re seeing here..."
Ziwei finally relaxed a bit, seeing Zhang Xiaoman no longer looking at the altar.
He seed to release his tense nerves, half-leaning against the nearby mountain wall, weakly speaking.
"As you see, a true altar is not for decoration; it can genuinely connect with the Divine, communicate, and perform rituals here."
"Its construction follows very strict standards, and the materials used are extrely precious."
"For example, the Divine Casting Rock before us, it’s nad so widely because it’s used to make Divine altars."
"So Ji Xing, before you stands an altar once used to worship that presence. If you don’t want to die, you’d better stay far away from it. This is why I said to abandon this mountain range, because very likely everything we’ve done here has drawn the attention of that presence..."
While speaking, she suddenly hamred the mountain wall beside her angrily, opening a crack in the whole mountain range, rocks roared and rolled, seemingly about to trigger a landslide.
"Damn it, I never thought there’d be a real Demon God Altar here. We’ve attacked those demons, even if they were just the lowest level of Derivative Demon Clan, but slaughtering His people is a provocation in that presence’s eyes; given His nature, He likely won’t let us go..."
Zhang Xiaoman, seeing her overly intense reaction, was struck by the woman’s strength and silently criticized.
She really dug a nice grave for herself.
If that Demon Lord has indeed noticed us, even if He didn’t intend to mind us, hearing her words now might compel Him to act.
After all, you said slaughtering His people openly provokes Him, even if He planned to spare you, He might now have to obliterate you.
Zhang Xiaoman, with a strange expression, looked at this purple-haired woman, wondering how she managed to live with her frequent lapse into foolishness.
He suddenly rembered, during the earlier battle on the planet’s surface, if not for McCarthy’s sacrifice summoning the Frost Goddess, this woman might have already died from her reckless headstrong nature.
Thinking about it, reckless beings truly have great luck, it seems many gas have purple-haired characters who are often Luck Emperors.
Shaking his head, Zhang Xiaoman brought his slightly scattered thoughts back, and couldn’t help but gaze once more at the altar.
"Hey..."
Ziwei noticed and anxiously called out, but was interrupted by his wave.
"Ziwei, you just said these rocks are precious forging materials, right?"
"Yes, what’s up?"
"Then if we dismantle it all and take it away, how much would these rocks be worth?"
"Dismantle? Take them away? You..."
Ziwei, hearing Zhang Xiaoman’s words, suddenly felt like a heavy hamr struck her chest, making her feel stifled.
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