Ji Jue’s eyes widened as he tried to make out more details, but the image abruptly blurred and faded away.

A hunched figure standing directly in front of the engine suddenly turned his head, as if he had sensed something. The figure’s aged face was hairless and deeply lined with wrinkles. 

What stood out most were his emerald-green eyes—cold and unfathomably deep, like dark caverns leading to an unknown place. Yet deep within them, strange flames blazed with a terrifying intensity, seeming to reach from the earth all the way to the heavens. It took only a single glance from the man for all perception to vanish.

Ji Jue staggered backward, drenched in cold sweat, as the last remnants of the altar collapsed at his feet. Although he had observed the old man for only a fleeting moment across an immeasurable distance, every instinct warned him that nothing good would happen if the man realized he was being watched. 

Although Ji Jue had never...