The altar, which had originally covered the sky, shrank and fell from the sky. It landed above Gu Mingzhou's head and floated motionlessly.
Gu Mingzhou, who was lying on the back of the teal-eyed toad, also slowly stood up and looked up at the altar floating three feet above his head.
"Dao Foundation!" There was no surprise, excitement, or extreme excitement. There was only a simple sentence.
He looked at the Dao Foundation and couldn't help but sigh.
Three years ago, he had once formed his Dao Foundation in the wilderness of the Zhou Dynasty.
However, the moment he had it, he was destroyed by the violent lightning tribulation and almost died.
Later, he was captured and imprisoned. When he came out again, the world changed and his parents died.
Gu Mingzhou had once thought that he might never see his collapsed Dao Foundation again, nor would he see his parents again, let alone the desire to live.