The statue begins to emit intense and chilling blood light.
The blood light burns like raging flames, stirring one's soul.
Within this blood light, the imposing figure of Xuanyuan Ancestor in golden armor gradually condenses.
"Cultivation has no end, white bones turning to ashes."
He murmurs to himself, stepping out of the blood light, the golden battle armor is so striking, so brilliant, so radiant.
He speaks ancient Tai Chu Runes, then sees Zhou Yan, sees the jade-like short sword in Zhou Yan's hand, sees Zhou Yan's calm gaze, and sees everything around Zhou Yan.
Yet he does not speak, his gaze equally calm.
He steps out of the blood light, the blood light annihilates, and the statue disappears.
In this courtyard, everything remains unchanged, but now there's a man in golden battle armor.
The man in golden armor looks up at the sky, at the void, at the distant earth, as if nothing in this heaven and earth could resist his gaze.
