That figure was powerful, towering, clad in ancient bloodstained armor, and wielded a war sword that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens. He radiated a vast fighting spirit that stood alone beneath the sky, the kind that would press forward even against tens of millions.
He—slowly turned around!
Boom!!!
Lu Lin felt as if thunder had exploded inside his mind. His spirit shook violently, and he stumbled back more than a dozen steps against his will. Cold sweat drenched him in an instant, and his face went faintly pale.
He jerked his head hard. When he focused his eyes again, the soul-shaking scene from just now had already vanished, as if it had only been a brief hallucination.
He was still standing where he had been. Before him was the Faceless Statue, and the iron fragment inlaid in its chest was plain and unadorned, as quiet as the most ordinary scrap metal.
"What was that just now? That figure—"
Lu Lin was secretly shocked, the lingering fear still not gone.
The feeling that figure gave him was far too terrifying, like facing a boundless ocean, yet also like gazing up at a dark starry sky—unfathomable, impossible to guess at its true realm.
He had once felt True Lord Cangming's world-dominating aura at close range, but compared to that figure just now, even True Lord Cangming's aura seemed inferior, as far apart as cloud and mud.
"Congratulations, brother. You have passed!"
Not far away, Ape King cupped his fists, heartfelt joy appearing on his face.
"Passed? What is this about?" Lu Lin asked, startled and doubtful as he looked at Ape King.
"This armor fragment is a relic of that senior. It contains a wisp of his imperishable spiritual will. It was inlaid here mainly to test the martial artists who