There are altars everywhere, big and small altars sitting together.

In the center is a huge altar, 30,000 meters long and 20,000 meters wide.

On the altar, a figure stood proudly.

White, hunting, black hair dancing.

In front of him hangs a drop of Zulong's blood.

Looking at this drop of Zulong's blood, Ye Qingyun's eyes twinkled.

He looked around, curious about the wilderness.

Where on earth is this?

Why are there mysterious people looking for him?

and so on, which made him puzzled.

But now the other party is unwilling to see him in person?

"Well, let's start by upgrading it." Ye Qingyun muttered.

He knows that when a...