The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Chapter 1215 Transformed into a palm-sized spiritual seal

Boom!

A sudden tremor shook the ground, and cracks spread along the base of the altar. The ancient spiritual energy that filled the sky surged like waves, startling Cang Xuan, who was guarding the altar. He was so shocked that he almost dropped the primordial jade talisman he was holding.

Cang Xuan had lived for nearly 100,000 years. As the last guardian of the Yuanling Clan, he had seen countless clan members awaken their bloodlines and witnessed several unusual events at the Silent Altar. However, he had never encountered such an earth-shattering scene before.

He really just wanted Su Xiaoya to feel his connection with the Jitan, and to figure out just how pure the bloodline of this descendant of the Yuanling race that he had suddenly sensed fifteen years ago was!

Su Xiaoya was still an infant when she was lost in the mortal realm, and her bloodline aura was almost completely hidden.

If it weren't for the altar's warning, he wouldn't have been able to arrive in time to save this pure-blooded descendant of the Source Spirit Clan.

This time, his original power, which had not yet been restored, was depleted by more than half. He managed to hold on for only five years before he had to return to the altar to slumber and recuperate.

So, he was genuinely curious.

Curious about the connection between the purity of Su Xiaoya's bloodline and the lost altar of the Origin Spirit Clan, which had been lost for ten thousand years.

He swore that he truly never had the slightest thought of letting Su Xiaoya take away the altar from beginning to end!

After all, the Silent Altar weighs a ton and is the core sacred object of the ancient Origin Spirit Clan for worshipping their ancestors and passing on their bloodline. Throughout history, only the high priest in charge of the sacrifices in the clan could arouse its aura, and no one has ever been able to claim it for themselves.

But things are never certain, and the unexpected happened without warning.

At that moment, Su Xiaoya was like a serene sculpture, calm and composed, her clear almond-shaped eyes fixed on the ancient and weathered altar before her, which resembled a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

In her mind, Cang Xuan's instructions echoed like a resounding bell. She tried to concentrate, attempting to sense the faint connection between herself and the altar.

She could clearly feel that deep within the altar, a warm and powerful heart was slowly beating, its power like a dragon that had slept for a thousand years, echoing the bloodline that had been dormant within her for many years.

That power was gentle yet strong, like a spring breeze caressing her face, seeping into her limbs and bones little by little along her fingertips and meridians, dispelling the weakness that had often arisen in her over the years due to the sealing of her bloodline.

Just as this resonance reached its peak, Su Xiaoya felt a burning sensation between her brows, as if a candle flame had been lit. The pale green sprout mark that had followed her since childhood and was hidden beneath her skin suddenly lit up, like a dormant star being ignited. The dazzling green light broke through the shackles of her skin and condensed into a graceful phantom of a spiritual sprout between her brows.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar shook the entire Silent Altar violently, and the foundation, which was originally rooted deep in the rock strata of the Ancient Spirit Land, rose up from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The ancient spiritual script engraved on the altar shimmered with a dazzling golden-green light. The patterns that recorded the clan's secrets and heritage seemed to come alive, meandering and traversing the altar walls, radiating a sacred and awe-inspiring power.

Before Cang Xuan could react, the enormous altar, several meters tall, shrank rapidly at lightning speed. The originally heavy and ancient altar gradually became exquisite and translucent, like a finely carved piece of jade.

The golden-green light became increasingly condensed, eventually transforming into a palm-sized spiritual seal. Enveloped in a vast expanse of ancient spiritual energy, it precisely entered the spiritual bud mark between Su Xiaoya's eyebrows, like a weary bird returning to its nest.

In an instant, the green light surged like a burst dam, enveloping Su Xiaoya completely.

A gentle, warm aura swept over her like a spring breeze, and she felt a slight itch between her brows before regaining her composure.

The immense power that had flowed through his entire body had quietly disappeared into the depths of his brow, as if it had never existed, leaving only a faint trace.