"I—I don't know. I used to be an ordinary cultivator, but after entering this tomb, I became like this."
"We're all considered gods now, I suppose, but I don't know what use we gods have. Besides, we can't move around freely and can only stand here all the time."
"Incense? That cannot be spoken of. It cannot be spoken of."
"Those things in the sky? They should be gods of some higher level. I'm not sure, either."
In short, Wu Feng asked the rooster-headed humanoid statue about all sorts of things, and it hurriedly answered every question. However, it was clearly of relatively low status and rather timid, so it did not know much useful information.
The rooster head especially refused to say anything about the incense. It seemed that something terrifying would happen as soon as the matter was mentioned.
When he realized he could not get anything else out of it, Wu Feng questioned the other statues. However, those statues completely ignored him. They merely smiled in a daze, each one looking like an idiot.
Then Wu Feng saw the entire indoor space become incomparably vast. A wasteland even began to appear, and the statues seemed to have been built upon it.
Most of the wasteland was covered in wild grass, revealing an absolute desolation.
In the wasteland, there was a narrow dirt path. Slowly walking along it was a person.
The man was dressed like a cultivator. His entire presence gave off a contradictory feeling, as if holiness and darkness had been blended together.
He held a stick of incense in his hand. After slowly approaching, he lit the sticks one by one and placed them before each statue.
When the man approached, every statue that had previously been moving fell silent.
All movement seemed to