The deity statue towered mightily.
Lu Yuansheng ascended through the clouds, finally landing on one of the god-like hands in front of the statue.
He could vaguely see a silhouette above the statue's head, a figure sitting high in the clouds.
He didn't dare to look closely.
He immediately prostrated himself, showing utmost respect.
"I have committed trespasses. Please punish me, Sect Hierarch!" he cried.
At the top of the statue, silence followed for a long time until Lu Yuansheng felt a tinge of unease.
Finally, Ning Daohuan's voice echoed.
"Rise, you are an Elder of the Golden Core realm, not the Foundation Establishment disciple of the past. You don't need such formalities."
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
However, at that moment, a chilling sensation suddenly welled up within Lu Yuansheng's heart.
His fingers, hidden within his sleeves, once again stiffened over his Spirit Beast Bag.
He immediately bowed respectfully and stated:
"Yes."
