The tall hall doors opened, but Qin Fengming could not see what lay inside the hall, much less the appearance of the person whose voice had emerged.
As the voice rang out, Spirit Patterns suddenly appeared within the tall hall doors. Streak after streak of Spirit Patterns shot out and roamed about, and a transparent barrier manifested. It only appeared for an instant before flickering with phosphorescent light and vanishing without a trace.
With the barrier gone, Qin Fengming's divine sense also entered the hall.
The hall was spacious and empty, with no tables or chairs. Aside from a statue sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, there was only a small magic array concealed beneath a mass of pitch-black mist.
The statue was somewhat taller than an ordinary cultivator. Though seated cross-legged, it was nearly as tall as Qin Fengming standing upright. With a brief sweep of his gaze, Qin Fengming discovered that the statue had been carved rather crudely. Apart from the face with its closed eyes being somewhat clear, the rest of its body looked as if it had been fashioned carelessly.
Qin Fengming had no time to inspect the statue carefully. Following close behind the others, he flashed into the hall.
"Your junior pays his respects to Lord Saint Ancestor!" Luo Heng took the lead. The instant he entered the hall, he bowed respectfully toward the statue.
"You have come here again before a thousand years have passed. What business do you have this time? Hmm? You are not a cultivator of my sea race. Could it be that you are another person of exceptional skill in dealing with souls whom they brought here?"
A booming voice suddenly rang out from the statue's mouth, causing Qin Fengming's expression to jolt.
Blue light flashed in Qin Fengming's eyes