A blinding flash passed before his eyes.
When his vision returned, Qi Xiu found himself within a colossal hall.
In this majestic hall stood numerous towering and dignified statues, as if they had witnessed the passage of a millennium. The hall soared into the clouds, its top invisible. The grand and spacious hall had a floor laid with stone tiles as smooth as mirrors. Giant pillars supported the roof, their surfaces engraved with myriad ancient patterns and characters. Light streamed down from high-hanging colorful glass skylights, flooding the space with a mysterious and ancient aura.
He looked up at these huge statues. Suddenly, a deep and rumbling murmur echoed in Qi Xiu's ears, as if ancient gods and Buddhas were chanting scriptures. The scripture resonated like thunder. It contained a certain powerful implication, yet it was as fleeting as lightning, vanishing in a moment. Before Qi Xiu could listen closely, the chanting had disappeared, its source untraceable.
