The Divine Statue towered majestically.
Lu Yuansheng passed through the clouds and finally landed on one of the palms before the Divine Statue.
He could vaguely make out a figure atop the Divine Statue, seated high among the clouds.
He dared not look closely.
He hurriedly prostrated himself and offered a full bow.
"This disciple has transgressed. Please punish me, Sect Master!"
Silence reigned atop the Divine Statue. A long time passed, until Lu Yuansheng began to feel faintly nervous.
At last, Ning Daohuan's voice rang out.
"Rise. You are a Gold Core elder now, not the Foundation Establishment disciple you once were. There is no need for such a grand bow."
It was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Yet at that moment, a trace of cold suddenly rose in Lu Yuansheng's heart.
The fingers concealed in his sleeve stiffly pressed against his Spirit Beast Bag once again.
But he immediately lowered his head respectfully and said:
"Yes."
"Mm, come up a little farther. Keep me company for a chat."
Ning Daohuan's voice remained gentle.
Lu Yuansheng slowly stood and, still bowing, flew to the top of the Divine Statue.
He saw Ning Daohuan seated atop the Divine Statue, studying him with a smile, as though admiring his most satisfying masterpiece.
A sudden chill of revulsion rose in Lu Yuansheng's heart.
But he made no move. Forcing down the trembling in his heart, he respectfully stopped several yards from Ning Daohuan.
Ning Daohuan smiled in slight surprise at this. Then, seemingly recalling something, he pointed at the boundless black marsh below and asked Lu Yuansheng:
"Yuansheng, do you know why our Heavenly Gate Sect's Main Altar looks like this?"
Lu Yuansheng kept his head lowered. "This disciple does not know."
Ning Daohuan smiled unconcernedly. "It is perfectly normal that