Familiar dark circles, familiar posture, familiar fur! All of these made Li Qingming feel as if he was in a dream.
"How can this be possible!" Li Qingming murmured incredulously as he looked at the scene before him.
"Swoosh!"
He soared into the air and began to closely examine the statue of the Swallowing Sky Bear.
It was sixty zhang long and nearly ten zhang high. Each strand of its bristled fur, sharp as steel needles, emitted an endlessly fierce aura. Its bloodthirsty eyes, filled with ferocity and coldness, were so impeccably carved that they resembled exquisite works of art.
Li Qingming's eyes drifted down and suddenly, he noticed a row of tiny Tao Runes carved at the bottom right corner of the bear statue:
