"Wooo, wooo, wooo... bo si la ge tu li ya ka..."
Strange sounds drifted from the enormous breach in the wall, growing ever louder.
Listening to those ancient, desolate tones, Xu Yan made no rash move. Until he was certain the settlement was safe, he dared not venture inside.
Standing silently where he was, he sent a wisp of divine sense creeping toward this settlement from ages past.
Soon, that wisp of divine sense passed through the enormous breach and extended five hundred zhang into the settlement.
"Good. There's no trace of any cultivators at the entrance." Xu Yan relaxed inwardly, and his stern expression softened considerably.
After casting a few glances behind him, he turned and headed toward the enormous breach in the wall.
He intended to explore this ancient settlement of the Ancient Demon Race. Those strange sounds had aroused his intense interest.
A few breaths later, Xu Yan appeared inside the settlement. The first thing that met his eyes was an enormous statue.
Like the Giant Spirit Race's statue, this too was a gigantic statue of a cultivator.
The giant statue sat cross-legged and stood roughly twelve zhang tall. Its entire body was pitch-black, and it wore an archaic animal hide. Between its brows were six purple, flame-shaped marks, shimmering with a faint radiance.
Unlike the statue of the Giant Spirit Race's progenitor, which resembled a middle-aged cultivator, this enormous statue had the face of an old man weathered by the vicissitudes of life. Two faint beams of divine light seemed to shine from its eyes. Perhaps the sculptor's cultivation had been insufficient; Xu Yan felt that the old man's spirit had not been fully captured.
Could this cultivator's statue be the progenitor of the Ancient Demon Race?
That thought arose in Xu Yan's mind as he