Dozens of figures stood in the void, silent and motionless, like statues—or frozen moments of real life.
The flames on the Flame Demon's body had congealed, the surging cold had frozen, and the blooming flowers were bewitchingly red as blood.
Luo Chuan stood before one of the figures and could not help letting out a soft sound of surprise.
Great Sage Anthony.
That was the name of the figure before him. He was no different from what Luo Chuan had just seen, save that he bore no signs of battle, and his loose mage's robe completely concealed his muscles.
It was hard to imagine that beneath that aged face lay a body powerful enough to punch a Magic Beast to death!
But in Luo Chuan's eyes, the old man before him was somewhat strange.
He was a little different from the other figures around him, though Luo Chuan could not say exactly how. It was merely an indistinct feeling.
Luo Chuan scratched his hair and carefully circled the Great Sage, trying to find what was making him feel that something was off.
After a long while, he stopped.
His brows furrowed, his expression solemn.
Words to describe the scene before him vaguely surfaced in Luo Chuan's mind.
If he had to put it into words, then in his eyes, the difference between the Great Sage and the other characters was that he possessed an indescribable... vitality.
Yes, vitality.
Luo Chuan felt that his description was not wrong.
From their appearances, the surrounding character figures were indeed no different from real life, yet one could tell at a glance how they differed from true living beings.
They were hollow, without souls.
But the Great Sage before him seemed to have crossed some invisible threshold and gained a "spirit."
Luo Chuan did