Chapter 052 Immortal Fist

The brief distance, like worlds apart.

Zhou Yan had been traveling towards the ancient city visibly close at hand for nearly two hours, yet he felt no closer to it.

The old and eerie city still stood before him.

Above the sky was a Blood Sea, overturned above the ancient city. Atop the Blood Sea there was an altar, and on the altar, an inexplicable flame danced.

That calling had always existed on the ancient altar, as if there, lay the most important thing for him.

Zhou Yan's forward steps halted, his gaze fixed on the ancient altar. Vaguely, he could still discern an unclear, vast illusion on the altar.

And that calling originated from the illusion itself.

"It is now confirmed that what calls out to me is not related to that statue but to that illusion."

"This is a land of death, fraught with crises, where a slight misstep could lead to irreversible doom."