Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 626 The Cultivation System of Incense and Vow Power

Her face was even more breathtaking; it was hard to imagine that this was a stone statue. Perhaps it was due to the so-called divinity of this world that the statue's face was an ultimate beauty that surpassed ordinary imagination.

His features were deep and harmonious, with a distinct exotic charm that differed from the mainstream aesthetics of this continent. His forehead was smooth and full, his nose was straight and sharp, his lips were slightly pursed, and there seemed to be a faint, ethereal smile at the corners of his mouth, a smile that was both sad and happy.

This kind of beauty is not of this world; it carries a sense of detachment and nobility, and is the embodiment of the perfect divinity in the hearts of believers.

She tilted her head slightly and lowered her eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through the cold stone, watching each believer enter the church, or perhaps listening to their whispered prayers.

What is particularly striking is the way she holds her hands.

She holds an intricately constructed musical instrument with a harp-like main frame, but the strings are not distinct individual strings. Instead, they extend and converge in the air like flowing water, forming an image sculpture resembling a "listening horn" or a "sound wave vortex." This cleverly combines "the expression of lament" with "the capture of listening," perfectly condensing her dual divine duties into this static image.

Xu Yunfan stopped and stood a few steps away from the altar.

He squinted, examining the stone statue with great interest—a masterpiece of art no matter where it was placed.

It wasn't out of reverence, but rather a pure and slightly judgmental appreciation.

'The person who carved this thing has excellent skills; they were able to create this sense of rhythm in the stone…'

He thought to himself, his gaze naturally sweeping over the statue's smooth lines.

'Hmm, she knows how to accentuate her figure well; the slender parts are slender, the muscular parts are muscular... Her proportions are top-tier even among ordinary people.'

He admitted that the statue was indeed incredibly beautiful, especially its profound and mysterious exotic aura, which added a touch of novelty to it.

It's not so boring to come all this way just to take a look.

Most importantly, it seems to possess an immortal quality, similar to the immortal golden nature condensed at the peak of Foundation Establishment, but it seems to be bestowed by the Heavenly Dao of this place, rather than being condensed by itself.

So much so that this stone statue resembles the spirit bestowed upon it by incense-burning deities.

"This world is quite interesting."

Zhang Ziyang, who had been inside the Star Spirit Banner, spoke up at this opportune moment.

Xu Yunfan's expression shifted slightly.

"Does the sect leader perhaps think this world is quite good?"

Zhang Ziyang said, "This Great Realm Heaven is very wondrous. This statue is imbued with the power of incense and prayers, and its cultivation system is quite profound."

Zhang Ziyang has also been busy over the years. He used Xu Yunfan's massive contribution points to exchange for a large number of classic texts within the Yuanshi Sect. Combined with the ones Xu Yunfan 'picked up' outside, it can be said that he is now a learned and erudite scholar.

He has continuously innovated his spiritual avatar and the Xuanling Divine Transformation Path, and has profound insights and understanding of the incense and divine path.

Zhang Ziyang continued, "Judging from this statue alone, the cultivation system of this world is indeed unique. After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, one can rely on faith and willpower to condense immortal golden nature, thereby ascending to the so-called divine position."

Xu Yunfan's heart stirred slightly: "Does the sect leader wish to conduct research in this realm?"

Zhang Ziyang did not deny it, and nodded slightly: "I think this world is quite suitable for me."

Xu Yunfan said, "Then I will find an opportunity later to rebuild your physical body."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyang was deeply moved and filled with emotion.

"Yunfan, it is truly remarkable that you were able to maintain your integrity in an environment like the Yuanshi Sect."

Xu Yunfan laughed and said, "The sect leader has helped me a lot over the years, so what's wrong with me lending a hand to the patriarch?"

To be honest, although Xu Yunfan spoke with great vigor, he was actually a little guilty inside.

After all, when Zhang Ziyang entered the banner, Xu Yunfan did not impose any restrictions, but the Eight Scenery Cloud Qi he had cultivated on the attribute panel gave him incredible control over the magic weapon.

Zhang Ziyang, who had once become a banner spirit, had already had his subconscious altered by an invisible force of edification. Although Zhang Ziyang was unaware of it, Xu Yunfan would know immediately if the other party intended to harm him.

Otherwise, Xu Yunfan wouldn't have agreed so readily.

Although I spent most of my time cultivating in seclusion on Shenxiao Peak while living in the Yuanshi Sect, I couldn't just stay at home all the time; I had to go out and buy things.

Don't easily trust anyone.

The path of cultivating immortality is inherently a solitary journey.

In other words, Zhang Ziyang was unaware of it.

Just as his gaze, tinged with a touch of casualness and amusement, lingered on that perfectly sculpted stone face...

The stone statue's eyes, which had been half-lowered and fixed, lifted slightly at the corners, almost imperceptibly.

The feeling was extremely eerie, like a figure in a beautiful painting whose eyes slightly shifted their gaze.

Xu Yunfan's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He wasn't mistaken.

The light at the top of the altar subtly shifted for a moment, and a shadow moved just across the position of the statue's pupil, creating an illusion similar to "pupil contraction".

But he could clearly feel an extremely faint yet incredibly solid gaze, like a materialized, icy needle, shooting out from the unfathomable eyes of the stone statue. It was so precise that it instantly crossed the distance of space and pierced his body.

hiss……

Xu Yunfan felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he was not afraid.

In an instant, the sandalwood incense swirling in the church stopped dissipating, and the flames burning on the corner candlesticks flickered for half a finger's breadth.

The stone statue was looking at him.

The cold, rebuking gaze instantly pierced through the church's unique tranquility, dust, and incense scent, striking Xu Yunfan's eyes.

The statue's eyes, which were originally sculpted to be deep and moving, now gleamed with a strange crystalline luster. This was not an illusion; they were fixed intently on him, with an indifference and anger akin to a god scrutinizing an ant.

She felt a violating gaze upon her.

But the playful curve at the corner of Xu Yunfan's lips remained unchanged, and even deepened slightly.

He didn't immediately look up and meet those strangely bright eyes; his gaze seemed to remain fixed on the exquisitely carved musical instrument in the statue's hand.

On some creation that resembles a combination of a lute and a harp.

Attila, according to the legends of this world, is an ancient and vast magical world.

Under the sky, there are countless gods, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

This world has ancient and vast pantheons, such as the Divine Court of Light, which governs the glorious order and the hymns of life, and whose radiance covers countless kingdoms.

There are also dark cults lurking in the shadows of the abyss, weaving conspiracies and drawing fear from the depths.

The pantheon of nature, which reveres primal vitality and the balance of all things, uses forests and wilderness as its temples.

Besides these three prominent pantheons, there are countless other deities of dubious nature who exist outside of them.

Those who control dreams and misfortune, those who master a particular skill, and even those who only favor the growth of a rare type of fungus...

Attila's authority is fragmented yet vast, reportedly numbering in the tens of thousands, who collectively govern the rules of this world and the trajectory of all living beings.

(End of this chapter)