"This is..."
Jiang Qiao, who entered the plaza right behind them, was also stunned by the sight above.
Sculptures!
Massive sculptures!
No one had expected the ceiling of the plaza to be covered with enormous sculptures, each dozens of meters long!
Every one of them was dozens of meters long.
Every one was lifelike.
Every one had a vivid expression.
They faced downward, as if deities were looking down upon the earth, gazing at the tiny humans in the plaza!
They were only fifty meters high.
But precisely because of that,
they were enough to create an immense sense of oppression!
Especially...
After their appearances became clear.
"Longevity God..."
"God of Death..."
"Color God..."
Fang Ying trembled as he uttered the names one after another. Each time he said one, he felt as if an unimaginable existence, suspended beyond endless space and time, was watching him.
Deities!
These were all statues of deities!
Jiang Qiao was shocked as well.
These sculptures.
Some were beautiful women dressed in vintage purple gowns. Yet their hands and feet took the form of swirling clouds. Looking at them for even a few moments gave one the illusion of losing one's balance and falling into a black hole.
Some were white-haired old men.
But when one looked at them, one would feel that they were a teenager... or perhaps an infant.
Years.
Time.
They seemed to overlap upon that being.
They could be an old man.
They could be middle-aged.
They could also be a child.
They could even be regarded as a fetus in the womb... This was a sensation of cognition; within one's vision, they remained a white-haired old man.
Of course.
The Longevity God, whom Jiang Qiao had seen before, was among them as well.
A rotting Headless Corpse.
There was a