The First Heir

Behind the canyon was a large circular area with a building that resembled an ancient altar in the middle. The altar was carved with all kinds of obscure and incomprehensible ancient runes.

The altar had nine steps, and the center of the altar was a huge round slab. This stone slab looked like something out of this world, ancient and profound. It was a little tattered but the obscure and mysterious symbols on it were like a series of inscrutable murals, conveying something to the world.

There were carvings of characters from myths and stories known to modern people, as well as many patterns and symbols unknown to the modern world. There were even some figures and architectural groups that had never appeared in history.

At this moment, the altar suddenly swayed a few times, causing an avalanche on the surrounding snow-covered mountains. Then, cold laughter full of resentment sounded in this empty area.

“Hahaha! Good for you, Roger Clarke! So all your scheming was for him! Is he the starting point in your eyes?”

Like a ghost, this voice contained strong animosity and indignation!

***

on an island far away, Arcadia Island. It was where

inside the huge and luxurious white castle on the highest point

vicissitudes stood in front of a mural

something in his heart, he suddenly turned around. In his turbulent eyes, a

corner of his mouth a she said faintly, “Since you’re already trapped there, why

Mountain, a sentence floated out in the gloom. “Roger Clarke, I

trap. I really can’t wait to see what you’ve prepared all

the basement of the white castle on Arcadia Island took a step forward. With this step,

The scenery changed drastically!

seemed to be rippling with ethereal waves. One step spanning a thousand miles. This use of spatial rules was truly astounding. This had long surpassed

the strength of Roger

burned. Like a sleeping golden dragon, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the huge circular