"Altar master, it's useless."
The blood from the believers' buckets was splashed onto the altar, but the altar, like red-hot iron, instantly roasted the blood into a mist.
The temple was in chaos, and the altar master's face turned pale with anxiety as he murmured repeatedly: "Why hasn't Teacher Jing come yet..."
Under his desperate expectations, Jing Deng finally arrived, dust-covered from her travels.
She strode up to the altar master and sharply demanded: "What's wrong with the altar?"
"Teacher Jing, you've arrived! Since last night, the altar's temperature has started rising, evaporating all the blood in the Blood Pool, and the text at the base of the altar is disappearing rapidly..."
The altar master tried to explain the situation to Jing Deng. Her expression darkened like iron.
The altar was built to open the Blood Well, and now, as the time approached, the altar was breaking.
"How could the altar be destroyed?!"
