As this world gradually fell,
Gu Yuan did not wait for the statue to undergo any abnormal change. Instead, he sensed changes in the world itself.
Yes.
Changes originating from this world!
He glanced at the sky and sensed an unseen force. Confusion flickered in Gu Yuan's eyes.
Space was not as stable as he had imagined.
Even the spiritual energy of this world was rapidly declining.
Something was wrong.
Could it be that once a civilization was defeated, the world would face destruction?
He shook his head slightly.
Gu Yuan did not concern himself with it and simply continued waiting quietly.
Time passed.
Night gradually fell.
The scent of war also faded considerably.
This world gradually became silent.
The statue suddenly flickered for an instant.
It happened in a certain fleeting moment.
Gu Yuan seized that instant with extreme precision. A thread of divine sense slipped in, then began to follow it.
After a long while,
Gu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
"Not in this world."
Yes.
That so-called Holy God was not a Heaven's Chosen Trial participant from this world, but from another world.
Interesting.
And there was something even more interesting.
Gu Yuan set down the statue, then fixed his gaze tightly upon it.
About three seconds passed.
The statue's faint glow began radiating greater brilliance, filled with an aura of holiness and compassion.
A phantom flickered in and out of sight.
It seemed that some sacred being was descending!
Having sensed the decline in this world's power of faith, that being could no longer sit still.
The phantom's light grew increasingly powerful until it finally formed a humanoid silhouette.
The person was slightly stunned when he saw Gu Yuan.
Yet not the slightest change could be seen in his expression.
To him, whoever controlled this world