Inside the Supreme Peak.
With a flash of teleportation light.
The figures of Lu Yuan and Li Shouzhuo were enveloped in white light, disappearing instantly from their original location.
He felt the scenery before him change, and in the next moment, he appeared in another strange palace.
This palace was solemn and majestic, every brick and tile tempered by the passage of time, appearing exceptionally heavy.
And in the center of the palace stood a bronze statue of a man.
The man's eyes were deep, wearing a black Daoist robe, with a tall and imposing stature.
In one hand, he held a yellow-skinned gourd, and in the other, a scroll of scriptures.
Even though it was merely a statue, it exuded an aura of majesty that made one irresistibly feel a sense of awe.
"Senior, is this the founding ancestor of the Cyan Cloud Sect?"
Upon seeing the bronze statue, Lu Yuan immediately guessed the identity.
