In the depths of the grassland, the mysterious altar gradually disappeared into the endless darkness.
Jiang Ming glanced back and knew that he probably would not encounter this mysterious item again any time soon.
"Perhaps the next time we meet, we will be able to dig out an even deeper secret," Jiang Ming muttered to himself. He was still interested in this thing. After all, it could attract the attention of the indestructible origin light, and it was something that seemed to have existed forever.
Jiang Ming smiled inexplicably. He turned around and strode out of the place. He crossed the valley and flew deeper into the Burial Ground.
A moment later, Jiang Ming saw a group of pegasuses with wings on their backs galloping through the air.
A few of them even circled around Jiang Ming as if they were observing some new species. Then, they were fanned away by an old pegasus with its wings and flew away while whining.