Looking back at the colossal statue, a sense of insignificance welled up within him.
However, the place was empty; apart from himself and it, there seemed to be nothing else.
Song Yan was silent; he didn't know where he was.
"..."
He raised his hands and looked down, finding that his body at this moment was merely a black outline.
His face and clothes were completely shrouded in darkness.
He once again turned his gaze towards the giant statue.
The mask on it, at first glance, was very simple: blank in the middle, with a circle of patterns around it.
But upon closer inspection, one could discern that the circle of patterns was engraved with ten different ancient designs.
One of them, the shape of a Kui Dragon, was very similar to the Jia Zuo mask he wore.
However, the place was empty; apart from himself, it was utterly silent.
Song Yan sensed it for a moment, then with a thought of his Divine Thought, he withdrew from the mask.
