Wangjiang Pavilion had been built with grandeur and style. Standing within it, one could see the vast, surging river crashing against the banks. Right by the riverside stood the Baxia stone statue.0

At this time, the river wind howled sharply. When Li Yanchu and Bai Hongtu arrived at the riverside, they once again laid eyes on the statue, which was steeped in the weight of history.0

Its surface was covered with scars, such as cuts from sabers and axes, as well as burns from fire, as though it had endured an incredibly brutal battle.0

Li Yanchu sat atop Blackie, and his Daoist robe snapped in the river breeze as he activated his Qi Sight. A clear radiance immediately flickered in his eyes, and the world before him shifted.0

Roar!0

A thunderous roar echoed deep in Li Yanchu’s heart. Within his vision, the Baxia statue radiated a peculiar aura; there was a spiritual entity residing inside the ...0