Seeing that his mood was almost fully satisfied, Li Fan still had some time, so he soared into the sky and circled around the Taisu Realm twice, looking if there were any meaty dishes he could practice his hand with and fill his stomach.
With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he noticed that the nearby spirit vein unnaturally flowed toward a nearby mountain, which seemed to be topped with man-made structures. He flew closer to observe and from afar could tell that this mountain was likely the ruins of an ancient sect—its vegetation had been felled, and many temples and statues had been built upon it. Those giant statues, two to three zhang tall and evidently humanoid, were weathered and eroded to the point of being indistinct, but they once must have been finely carved and painted deities. It was unclear how long they had been abandoned, their spirit energy entirely dissipated, their glazed surfaces oxidized as if peeling away from the face like flaking skin.
