The statue before him had exactly the same features as the one in Panshen Heavenly Palace. It was Pangu.
The difference was that the statue in Panshen Heavenly Palace held one hand behind its back and formed a sword seal with the other.
This one had both fists clenched and gazed fearlessly ahead.
Sun Jiuyang had said that the Immortal-Witch War had ended at its fiercest moment because of the appearance of two statues.
One had been taken by the Immortal Race and eventually fallen into the hands of the Panshen Heavenly Palace Palace Master, who had founded Panshen Heavenly Palace because of it.
The other had fallen into the Witch Clan's hands. Presumably, that was the one before him.
Lu Feng stared intently at the statue. The previous one had shown him those visions and even allowed him to learn the Spiritual Resonance Sword. Moreover, Great God Pangu had said in that illusion that he was waiting for him. Perhaps something unusual would happen with this statue too.
Yet he stared for ages without eliciting the slightest response.
Could this statue be a fake, with the real one already hidden away?
With that thought, Lu Feng checked his body for anything wrong.
He would have been better off not checking. The moment he did, his expression changed in alarm. The Five Directional Banners were still there, but the Rusty Sword was gone.
He had been knocked unconscious so abruptly that he had never thought to put the Rusty Sword into his inner storage space. Now he was in serious trouble.
Could it have fallen into the Witch Clan's hands? Lu Feng wondered. But there was another possibility. Only he could lift the Rusty Sword. If these witches had been unable to do anything with it, it might still be