The towering statue sat upright, enveloped in a strange aura and scattered with a sacred radiance. Its face looked vividly lifelike, and it gazed at Qin Fengming as if it meant to see through his entire body.
Standing before the statue, Qin Fengming immediately felt completely exposed. Every secret on him seemed already known to the towering statue before him. At the same time, an urge to worship and submit surged through his heart, filling him with intense awe toward the statue.
Although what stood before him was merely a statue, Qin Fengming felt that the one seated before him was a mighty cultivator of flesh and blood with a perfectly sound mind.
The statue's eyes were exceptionally lively. Enveloped in that strange aura, they also contained an imposing majesty.
Its expression was tranquil, and not the slightest trace of worry or joy could be seen on its face. It gave the impression that everything in the world lay within its grasp.
The Buddhist chant still echoed in his ears, clearer than before.
The sense of purity within the chant had grown even stronger, leaving his mind and consciousness exceptionally clear. Although the Illusionary Effect still lingered within the seven-colored clouds surrounding him, it no longer posed the slightest threat to Qin Fengming.
Standing where he was, Qin Fengming did not immediately move.
The ancient texts stated that as long as a cultivator meditated and comprehended before the statue, he could obtain unexpected benefits, comprehend divine abilities or secret techniques, or greatly improve his state of mind.
Qin Fengming naturally had no doubts about this. What puzzled him, however, was that even without the Ice Sea Beast beside him, he was no longer being eroded by the illusions in the surrounding clouds. This was entirely inconsistent with the records in