In the Celestial Palace Hall.
Lu Yuan, guided by his bloodline, came before a divine statue three meters tall.
The statue held the Divine Fire in its hand, stood upon a Red Dragon, and each strand of its hair resembled burning flames.
As he approached.
Lu Yuan felt a scorching presence rushing towards him, causing the fine hairs on his face to slightly curl, as if they had been singed.
Most importantly.
He felt a sense of affinity, as if of shared origin, from the Fire God statue before him.
In the next moment.
The statue lightly glowed, emitting an irresistible attraction, directly pulling Lu Yuan's divine soul into another place.
When Lu Yuan came to his senses again, he found himself in a strange space.
This space was boundless, with nothing except the divine statue.
At this moment, the three-meter-tall statue seemed to come alive, its body rapidly expanding until it became a towering and majestic figure!
"Are you a descendant of mine, Lu Zhong?"
