Sculpture

Yi Yun guessed that this village might have been where that senior and his disciples and family members had once secluded themselves. In this small world, they had grown medicines and lived their lives, far from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, like a tiny pure land.

Yet the world was ever-changing, and the seas could turn into mulberry fields.

Walking through the village, Yi Yun felt as if he had truly entered a mortal settlement. Farming tools, pots, bowls, and basins could be seen everywhere.

However, the medicinal herbs Yi Yun had been hoping for were nowhere to be found.

Before entering the garden, Yi Yun had already smelled the fragrance of medicine. There had definitely been medicinal herbs in this garden, but finding them would not be easy. Otherwise, Wang Mu and his wife would have taken the herbs away long ago.

Yi Yun circled the village and arrived at a small mountain hollow behind it. The moment he stepped into this unremarkable hollow, his expression shifted. Dao patterns had been carved into the hollow, and as he walked through it, he could sense the fluctuations of laws.

He guessed that this medicine garden must have been laid out with a great formation. Yet after enduring such an unfathomably long passage of time, the fact that the formation in the medicine garden could still be maintained to this day astonished Yi Yun.

Following the hollow inward, Yi Yun unexpectedly saw a row of sculptures.

These sculptures were as tall as ordinary people. They had stood here for an age beyond measure, their surfaces covered with marks carved by wind and frost. They looked thoroughly unremarkable, like ordinary stone sculptures casually placed behind a mortal village.

There were eight sculptures in total. Yi Yun cast them a