Han Yu was only a few feet away from the altar.
The closer he got, the more terrifying it became.
Even though he couldn't sense the kind of power the Artifact Spirit could detect, it didn't mean he was completely devoid of instinct toward strong powers.
The pressure brought by that power, he could feel intensely as he approached.
An ominous sense of imminent death pierced deeply into him.
This thing could kill him!
It was rare for him to feel such strength without direct contact.
"Blow it up!"
After making the decision, Han Yu glanced at the cultivators on the altar and continued his silent stealth.
Having stopped in front of the altar, he started to get ruthless, extending his hand and silently pouring his Sea of Consciousness's power into the altar.
This was still the Artifact Spirit's foolish idea.
As long as the Sea of Consciousness's power doesn't transform into any attribute-laden energy, it would definitely be silent and unnoticed.
