Han Zheng was currently standing in the ruins, which seemed more like an altar.
Countless dried corpses surrounded the altar, their hands bound behind them and kneeling, dense and numerous, there were tens of thousands of them.
Han Zheng cautiously stepped onto the dilapidated altar, inspecting it, but found that this altar was not the magic platform centered on the Incense Fire Divine Seal.
Around the altar stood gigantic stone slabs, engraved with bizarre murals.
Millions of years ago, countless citizens of Youxin Country knelt beneath the altar, and on the altar was not emptiness but a massive lump of flesh and blood.
Looking closely, that lump of flesh had a head, wearing the Black Dragon Crown, seemingly the King of Youxin Country.
Surrounding the flesh mountain were twelve high priests in splendid robes chanting something.
Han Zheng frowned slightly, this scene didn't seem like creating a divine body, instead, it appeared more sinister.
