A rough divine statue in a tribe.
As a will descended, it suddenly seemed to come alive. The statue trembled slightly, and dust and rubble fell from its body. Under a mysterious force, the originally rough and vague features gradually became clear.
"Crack, crack..."
The statue slowly and arduously lifted its head, accompanied by a cascade of debris falling from it. Cracks spread like a spiderweb.
It looked towards the sky, with two obsidian eyes gleaming brightly.
The area here was still untouched, a temporary calm.
The barbarians of the tribe were terrified and shocked upon seeing this scene, and they all knelt down, praying loudly.
Chen Shouyi seemed oblivious.
The air was restless, like an afternoon before a thunderstorm, filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
Light clouds moved rapidly in the sky, constantly changing, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing quickly, fleeting.
The distant sea was surging, the tide crashing onto the beach with a rumbling sound.
