Stone Statue Manifests Divine Presence (2/3)

The staircase Zhou Heng had taken up happened to slope diagonally away from the stone statue, so all he could see now was its back. Yet that silhouette alone struck him with the breathtaking beauty of a peerless woman, along with a strange sense of familiarity.

He started walking, circling the enormous altar. At least several hundred people were devoutly worshipping there, arranged in neat rings, so Zhou Heng could only move through the outermost areas.

It meant walking a few extra steps, but what did a few steps matter to an Ascension Emperor?

Two minutes later, he arrived before the stone statue.

Though it was a statue, its craftsmanship was exquisite, every detail of its garments carved to perfection—a masterpiece of the highest order. Its slender waist, full breasts, and flowing hair seemed as though they might dance in the wind, lifelike beyond compare!

But when Zhou Heng looked toward the statue's head, it was as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over him. His disappointment was immediate.

He could not make out the statue's face!

With a sigh, Zhou Heng inwardly lamented the pity of it. Just as he turned to leave, however, he suddenly froze.

Why could he not see the face of a stone statue? That in itself was incomparably strange. Why had he accepted it so readily, overlooked it as though it were the most natural thing in the world?

The same went for the fact that the destructive power of an Ascension Emperor and that of the Heaven-Opening Realm differed so little. It was as if he had developed dementia and had to keep reminding himself before he could notice how strange it was!

It seemed that some invisible force was influencing him, making him see the strange as ordinary and