Lu Yun was already in this world three hundred years ago.

“The final destiny of all beings in the heavenly palace is to set foot in its depths and vanish forever.” Qingfeng’s voice was ethereal with a deep hint of yearning sorrow. She reached out and gently caressed the sculpture in front of them.

The Spectral Eye noted that the sculpture swiftly absorbed Qingfeng’s vitality, but another force within the stone sculpture defied it and returned her life force at the same time.

Lu Yun immediately understood that the sculpture was alive—or at the very least, not fully dead.

“I will come here one day as well and turn into one of these sculptures.”...