The Buddha statue's head alone stood over thirty feet tall, truly majestic and unparalleled.
Gazing upon the giant Buddha statue, which was already more than half-complete, Lu Qing felt a stir in his heart and, together with Little Li, quietly approached.
Before long, they reached the base of the hundred-zhang cliff and also saw several bald monks in red kasayas, chubby and earlobed, standing before the sheer rock face.
Feeling the aura emanating from these monks, Lu Qing's heart tensed.
The Qi-blood of these bald monks was extraordinarily robust, with the weakest among them in the early stages of the Innate Realm.
One of the red-robed monks, who seemed to be the leader, had a harmonious aura blending seamlessly with his environment.
He was indeed a master of Innate Perfection.
This was the first time Lu Qing had encountered an expert of Innate Perfection.
The Third Saint he met in Central State Holy City didn't count.
