“They are your ancestors who have passed away a long time ago. Pay your respect.” The turtle said.0

The two sensed a deep connection with the blue statues and knew the turtle was right. At the very least, it had more credibility than Feng Feiyun.0

They prostrated and lowered their head.0

Inside the temple was a mysterious force blocking the blood from coming inside. Spirit energy was replaced by a dao presence brimming with saint affinity.0

Cultivating here would help one reach the dao ten times faster than the outside world. Feiyun was confident in reaching the eighth level within three years.0

“The bow… and arrow.” Feiyun...0