Chapter 601: Crisis Three Thousand Miles Away

Overseas, three thousand miles out, an isolated island lay smothered in fog. At the island's heart towered a blood-colored altar, a hundred zhang high. It had been piled from the bones of some unknown beasts. Twisted runes covered its surface, and it reeked with a cloying, nauseating sweetness, like fresh blood left too long in the heat. On the altar's peak sat a figure in black robes. His body had shriveled down to something like a dried corpse, yet his eyes burned with a frightening brightness. Those...