The sun is still in the eastern sky.
Under the bright sunlight, the golden statue burst out with radiance more dazzling than the sun.
As if it had replaced the sun, golden light illuminated the peaks within a radius of ten miles.
Li Hongzhao's phoenix-like eyes flickered: "Is this the statue of the Undying Evil Venerable?"
Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly and gravely.
The golden sword at his waist cheered and rejoiced, as if it were a child seeing delicious food, its eyes shining with impatience to rush forward.
Li Hongzhao chuckled softly: "Interesting, this is an illusion technique, isn't it? The illusion technique is quite powerful."
Her phoenix eyes sparkled, full of dazzling colors.
The power of the Phoenix Bloodline had already been stirred, surging within her body, suppressing all the illusions in front of her.
The glittering golden statue seemed to have spawned a small world.
