History might fade, but it would not be forgotten.
To commemorate Ling Xiao Zhi's great achievements, the royal clan erected a statue of him in the largest square within their territory.
The statue stood towering and majestic, surrounded by a host of stars. It was an immensely awe-inspiring sight, a miracle by any measure.
The statue's appearance was modeled after Ling Xiao Zhi in life, without excessive embellishment or idealization. It bore seven or eight parts resemblance to him, displaying the imposing majesty he had possessed in life.
Had it not been for that accident years ago, the one sitting upon the Dragon Throne today would have been Ling Xiao Zhi rather than Guang Ming Huang.
Though Ling Xiao Zhi's statue was magnificent, it had no special effects. It was merely a statue. Some people came here every day to commemorate Ling Xiao Zhi, while others simply regarded it as scenery.
The statue, which normally stood unmoving no matter what, suddenly underwent a bizarre change today.
First came the rumble of thunder, tearing through the void. Then cracks began spreading across the entire statue from head to toe, growing increasingly severe.
Because the statue was so enormous, those cracks resembled abysses. Chunks of stone of all sizes fell from above like meteors striking the earth, smashing violently into the ground.
The people below turned pale in shock. Everything had happened too suddenly. By the time they recovered their senses, the statue had already begun collapsing over a wide area.
A considerable number of those gathered here were royal clan members. How could they not panic as they watched their ancestor's statue crumble?
Several royal clan members immediately took action, attempting to stop the statue from collapsing. Some even tried to use the Time Law to restore the statue to its