Chu Zhiyuan drifted along, incredibly fast, like a wisp of smoke. In the blink of an eye, he had left the imperial city.
After exiting through the North City Gate, he flashed and vanished, appearing atop a mountain peak a hundred li away the next moment. With another flash, he disappeared again and reappeared atop a mountain two hundred li away.
Facing this mountaintop stood another peak.
A gleaming golden statue stood atop that peak, sixty zhang tall, majestic and towering as it faced the wind.
The statue bore the visage of a middle-aged man, smiling faintly with his hands formed into seals, gazing down upon the mountains with compassion.
A pack of wild beasts was slowly emerging from the forest, approaching the statue.
Several hunters who had ventured deep into the mountains were also curiously making their way toward it.
Chu Zhiyuan frowned as he swept his gaze over the statue and sensed the distortion of light. It was the statue's illusion realm.
His Super Sensation saw through it all. The statue was radiating Spiritual Power like rippling water, blanketing the area within ten li.
He now understood the Undying Evil Venerables more and more deeply.
He knew that the range of an Undying Evil Venerable statue's illusion realm was, according to the Undying Evil Venerables themselves, their domain.
After descending here, one who could envelop an area of ten li possessed what could be called middling cultivation among the Undying Evil Venerables.
The Undying Evil Venerables had nine grades in total: upper three, middle three, and lower three. A domain of ten li meant this Undying Evil Venerable was among the middle three.
The upper three could cover a hundred li.
Fortunately, he had yet to encounter an upper-three-grade Undying Evil Venerable.
The Golden Sword had already shot