Upon entering this world, Lu Xuanji felt a hint of oppression and a faint sadness.
He could also hear the prayers of the Human Race, as if some Human Race Cultivator was praying, praying for the help of the Upper God.
Following his sense, he moved towards a certain direction.
...
In a huge valley, an ancient tribe was located there, with a river flowing directly through the center of the tribe. Around the tribe, there were patches of spirit fields, planted with rice, emitting a faint fragrance.
Cultivators walked among the fields, tending to the rice.
There were also tribe cultivators who left to hunt outside, capturing some Fierce Beasts.
Here it was peaceful and quiet, like a paradise.
In the center of the tribe, there was a huge altar, and in the center of the altar stood an ancient statue, devoid of any Extraordinary Power, its features rather blurred, covered in bronze rust, silently and coldly watching the world.
