At the summit of the massive peak, the clouds and fog veiled everything, a gigantic altar stood.
The altar appeared and disappeared within the fog, like a colossal beast standing there, filled with the traces of the ages.
A vast and ancient aura rushed forward, causing both Sun Wukong and Emperor Donghua to halt their steps.
"Is this the altar?"
Emperor Donghua asked Sun Wukong with his eyes.
"No."
Sun Wukong turned his head around, glanced over it, and understood everything in an instant.
"This entire towering peak is an altar."
The whole mountain was an altar, with the grey mist and lightning being the display of the altar's power.
Approaching the center of the altar, various totems began appearing on the ground before Sun Wukong, thousands of lines interweaving together, stretching up to the highest point of the altar.
He looked at these totems, and in an instant, Sun Wukong's body froze.
