Ambrose did not bother about the other cultivators as they were minding their own business after all. They were capturing their beast while Ambrose would capture his own.
Ambrose could not suppress the urgency in his heart and quickly went exploring into the ancient battlefield.
However, he was on the battlefield for almost an hour, yet did not even see a single enchanted beast. The enchanted beasts were perhaps frightened and hiding since there were too many cultivators around.
The entire ancient battlefield was in ruins with broken walls and tiles everywhere on top of scattered broken old weapons. Due to
age, most of these weapons had decayed beyond recognition and were completely unusable.
Other than those, Ambrose did not see a single enchanted beast.
Ambrose prepared to search for a place to rest and continue his quest the next day upon noticing how dark it was getting.
'What’s that?’
Right at that moment, Ambrose was stunned when he saw a crack on the mountainside not far away from him. A shimmering glow that came from the crack was eye-catching!
'Could there be some treasure in that crack? ' Ambrose thought and curiously walked over.
He noticed when he was before the crack that it was the entrance of a seemingly
dark and deep cave.
Although Ambrose was still young, he was bold and courageous. He did not think much before walking into it through the crack. The crack was narrow but just nice for a ten-year-old boy.
Gasp!
Ambrose could not help but gasp when he entered the cave! He realized the cave was extremely huge and was almost the size of Guangming Peak!
In front of him was a more than 10-meter-tall huge stone platform! It was covered with moss, which made it seem ancient.
Ambrose had lived at the Incandescent Sect for seven years and read a lot of books. He knew that the stone platform before him was most probably an ancient ritual altar.
The ancient people were very superstitious and believed that every mountain housed a Mountain God. In addition, they would excavate a cave and build a ritual altar in every mountain. Pigs and lambs would then be sacrificed annually for the Mountain God.
That ritual altar's entrance had since been buried after millions of years of vicissitudes.
However, the recently cracked mountain walls allowed the ancient ritual altar to come into the light again.
The next second, Ambrose's gaze fell onto the ritual altar and he was suddenly stunned.
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