Lin Feng led the procession forward, his steps measured and deliberate. The guests followed, their gazes fixed on the awe-inspiring statue. As they approached, a faint melody filled the air, a celestial choir echoing through the vast chamber. Motes of golden light swirled around them, washing over them in a wave of cleansing energy.
Reaching the foot of the statue, Lin Feng knelt with a deep bow, his forehead pressed against the cool jade floor. The guests followed suit, their movements imbued with the utmost respect. A moment of profound silence blanketed the hall, broken only by the soft strains of the celestial music.
At that moment, amidst the swirling golden light and the echo of ancient reverence, the power of the Kunlun God seemed to permeate the very essence of their beings. It was a humbling reminder of the vast and ancient lineage they stood witness to, a legacy that Lin Feng, and the Kunlun Sect, had sworn to uphold.
