Even though he had already given up, Yang Yan couldn’t help but ponder everything about this altar in his heart.

He really couldn’t quite bring himself to just let it go.

Because he always felt that this altar was extraordinary and surely concealed some special secret.

After all, anyone with a functioning mind would not place a sacrificial site in such an area with sparse spiritual power.

A man and a tiger searched around, still found nothing, and eventually returned to the vicinity of the altar to rest.

Could it be that they were just trapped here?

Both Yang Yan and the Void-Devouring Tiger felt very unwilling in their hearts.

After a period of regulation, Yang Yan regained some energy, and upon opening his eyes again, his attention was drawn to the lampstands beside the altar.

"These... Dragon patterns?"

In the instant he saw the material of the lampstands clearly, Yang Yan seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

What a treasure!

He immediately began plotting to take these lampstands away at all costs.

Even though until that moment, they had not yet found a way to leave.

No matter what, it’s better to hold onto them first!

Yang Yan certainly did not understand what purpose these two lampstands served, but they were carved from whole blocks of Kun Wood.

The dragon patterns on them were naturally formed, vivid and lifelike, as if they were bursting forth with life.

Kun Wood, Ancient Divine Wood, connects heaven and earth, originally the staircase leading to the Immortal Realm.

But during the Ancient God War, it was destroyed in a great battle.

Since then, earth and heaven have been isolated, with no path to traverse.

This was merely something Yang Yan had stumbled upon in the Library Pavilion of the sect, with only a few words describing it.

If it were just its appearance, he couldn’t assert it.

The key point is, when he tried to touch it with his Spiritual Sense, he found them appearing so ordinary.

Precisely because of this, Yang Yan was convinced they were the legendary Heaven and Earth Spirit Wood.

He originally thought such things only existed in mythical legends, but unexpectedly saw them here!

And they were carved into lampstands; if not careful, they would have been almost overlooked.

Truly extravagant!

Such a sacred item, if it were before, Yang Yan was sure he wouldn’t be able to approach.

Luckily, these items were placed here for who knows how long, with the divine nature almost completely dissipated.

When Yang Yan encountered these lampstands embedded there, he began to fiddle with them, vowing to put these treasures into his pockets.

Although the Void-Devouring Tiger held disdain for Yang Yan’s actions, it still needed Yang Yan to help rebuild its body in the future, and began to help him fiddle with them.

"Oh my!"

It was fine until the Void-Devouring Tiger approached, then it let out a sharp scream, staring blankly at the wick, Hu’s mouth wide open.

Yang Yan of course knew the reason, couldn’t help but glance at it disdainfully, and teased: "As a member of the Void Devouring Race, your ancestors were among the Ancient Divine Beasts, wouldn’t you recognize this thing!"

"Look at this wick and the lamp oil!"

Void-Devouring Tiger recovered after a moment, speaking in shock.

Yang Yan felt puzzled.

He too could see the extraordinary nature of the lamp oil and wick, faintly emitting divine nature, but couldn’t quite explain it.

"This wick is made from Dragon Sinew, not like the mixed-blood beasts like the Cold Flood Dragon we encountered before, but dragons with True Dragon Bloodline!" The Void-Devouring Tiger’s eyes widened in shock as it spoke.

Seeing Yang Yan equally baffled, it continued: "And look at this lamp oil, it’s Golden Crow Blood!"

Yang Yan was even more stunned at this.

Originally, Kun Wood was already rare, but who would have thought this entire lamp was no ordinary item.

Dragon Sinew as wick, Golden Crow Blood as lamp oil...

This can no longer be described as luxurious.

Previously, the mysterious altar seemed magnificent, but now it appears it was far underestimated.

Yang Yan naturally wouldn’t doubt what the Void-Devouring Tiger said.

After all, as fellow Divine Beasts, they inherit memories ordinary people can hardly imagine, recognizing these things with a special ability.

However, this further solidified Yang Yan’s determination to take these items altogether.

Thus, he didn’t hesitate any further and began to fiddle with the lampstands.

Unintentionally, Yang Yan seemed to activate some mechanism.

Buzz—

Following a slight tremor, the altar suddenly shone brightly.

Soon, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the altar began to open slowly from the center.

After the brightness faded away, Yang Yan rubbed his stinging eyes and cautiously approached the altar.

Within his view appeared a box intricately patterned with an ancient aura.

Yang Yan tested it a few times, found no danger, and carefully retrieved the box.

And at the moment he took out the box, the entire underground hall suddenly dimmed.

In a blink, it seemed a millennium had passed, with all arrangements losing their original color.

Yang Yan glanced around, feeling somewhat surprised.

Then he focused his attention on the box in his hand, eyes full of expectation.

After all, the arrangement here was so extraordinary, the content of the box wouldn’t be simple.

When the box was opened, Yang Yan was dumbfounded.

The box held a key, its material indiscernible, yet pure white without blemish, extremely hard, faintly calming one’s soul.

A man and a tiger played with it for a moment, but neither could figure it out.

Yang Yan didn’t waste time, knowing the key was unusual, carefully storing it.

After securing the key, Yang Yan wasn’t about to forget the two lampstands and resumed fiddling with them.

Even Star Night was used, and finally, on the altar as hard as iron, they managed to unearth them.

Yang Yan alone knew that the protective power of the altar had dissipated completely, otherwise, even with Star Night, obtaining these two Kun Wood lampstands wouldn’t be possible.

After dismantling the lamps, Yang Yan did not forget to pocket a dust-covered Puduan in front of the altar.

This action made the Void-Devouring Tiger secretly grumble.

Yang Yan’s gaze was as if a townsman watching a country bumpkin entering the city, full of disdain.

Yang Yan naturally noticed its gaze but responded with a scornful laugh.

Once confirming there was nothing left to take from the underground hall, a man and a tiger began seeking a way out again.

Because they could both feel, now without the altar’s power, finding a way out should be much easier.

However, imagination was beautiful, reality was indeed harsh.

The underground hall was a completely enclosed space, regardless of how they searched, a path couldn’t be found.

"Didn’t die in the Flood Dragon’s mouth, but now it’s to be trapped here, what rotten luck!"

The Void-Devouring Tiger was truly desperate at this moment, lying there sighing and lamenting.

No wonder this fellow was so discouraged.

Since following Yang Yan, first dragged out as a fighter, then nearly ended in the Flood Dragon’s belly, and now trapped here waiting to die, all previous misfortunes have concentrated in these days.

Thinking about this, the Void-Devouring Tiger stopped struggling, lying belly up on the altar, looking half dead, unwilling to continue struggling.