They even saw a workshop dedicated to making gunpowder and firearms. Inside, several cultists worked methodically amid a clatter of hammering.
The martial guardians who had commanded troops and marched to war could not help exchanging glances.
A sect that worshipped a wild god actually had a firearms workshop within its sacred grounds. Did its ambitions need to be spelled out?
Just as they were about to reach the summit, where they could clearly see the faces of the three towering Sage Statues that blotted out the sky, the Five Warlords Register in Cui Jiuyang's robes suddenly stirred without warning.
Cui Jiuyang had already sensed several immensely powerful presences emanating faintly from the hall on the summit, each no weaker than himself.
The Five Warlords Register's sudden movement made his heart tighten, giving him a fright.
If the beings in the hall discovered he had infiltrated their ranks, his abilities might keep him from being surrounded and killed on the spot, but his escape would probably be a disheveled, inglorious affair. Besides, he had Li Mingyue with him.
Cui Jiuyang dared not delay. He immediately suppressed the movement of the Register of Soldiers and Horses by force, without even using his divine sense to check who inside was causing trouble at this critical moment.
The closer they came to the three Sage Statues and the summit hall, the quieter their surroundings became. It was a solemnity that arose from the heart, brought on by the pressure of the invisible majesty overhead.
The three Sage Statues were simply too enormous. Standing before them, one could not suppress the feeling of being as insignificant as an ant.
Moreover, all three had their heads slightly lowered, gazing down upon all living beings.
Anyone who dared look up could clearly feel the sages of