It was a mountain hollow whose end could not be seen at a glance. As far as the eye could reach, ancient Buddhist statues lay strewn everywhere, tilted east and west, broken beyond repair, with scarcely a single one intact.
At a rough count, there had to be at least a thousand or eight hundred statues within sight alone.
They were packed so densely that there was barely anywhere to place one's feet. To move forward, one had to tread across the broken statues piled together into a path.
Lu Feng withdrew his distant gaze and focused on several Buddhist statues not far ahead. Judging from the severed limbs of these ruined statues and reconstructing their original forms, the smaller ones here had stood roughly two or three meters tall, while the larger ones might have reached four or five meters.
Among the statue remnants spread across the path, the most numerous were severed Buddha-bone arms that bore a bluish-black rust hue, gleaming like cold iron. Their cuts were all exceedingly clean and sharp, as if made by a keen blade.
Then there were gilt fragments reflecting a dark red hue, resembling carved robes, scattered throughout the crevices. Their original patterns could no longer be discerned.
However, the most eye-catching were the Buddhist heads scattered everywhere, even embedded in the severed Buddha-bone arms, each with a different appearance.
Some of these heads were solemn and majestic, carrying an austere and imposing air, while others were savage and terrifying, like evil ghosts or asuras.
If one suddenly turned one over and met that black, vicious face with eyes bulging like bells, it would be enough to make anyone jump.
Lu Feng slowly recovered from his stunned daze at the sight. Eight words abruptly surfaced in his mind—*Ten Thousand Buddha Remnant Valley,