Gu Qingshan's vision blurred, and he found himself tumbling down from midair into a great hall.
He got to his feet and cautiously surveyed his surroundings.
There was no mistake. This really was a typical piece of Ancient Architecture.
Two rows of statues stood along either side of the hall, each depicting an Ancient Cultivator in a different pose and with a different expression.
All ten Ancient Cultivators were different. The one thing they had in common was that each carried a long sword.
"Ancient Sword Cultivators," Gu Qingshan murmured.
The statues noticed someone had arrived. As one, they turned their heads and stared at Gu Qingshan.
"Youngster, you've seen us. Why haven't you bowed and paid your respects?" one statue barked.
Gu Qingshan smiled and bowed, then looked toward the depths of the hall.
At the very front of the great hall, a deity was enshrined.
Gu Qingshan walked up to the divine statue and examined it closely.
It was a god clad in Golden Armor. His left hand supported a mountain peak, and his right gripped a strange long sword. His expression was solemn and grave.
Gu Qingshan's gaze settled on the sword.
It was pitch-black from hilt to tip, with five deep grooves evenly spaced along the blade. Looking at it stirred an inexplicable unease in him.
—Those were Divine Runes.
Divine Runes were more advanced than ordinary runes. They wielded the wonders of heaven and earth; even a single shallow line could unleash changes in the world.
After studying them carefully, Gu Qingshan looked behind the Divine Statue.
A wall five people tall was covered in vivid, richly colored paintings.
Gu Qingshan took a closer look. The murals recounted the heroic deeds of Ancient Cultivators who, under the gods' leadership, fought against demons.
The deity who