I'm the Descendant of Renhuang
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Everyone turned their eyes to look at Ye Futian. The statue behind him seemed to have come alive, exuding the terrifying power of the great path. It seemed to have taken the form of an incredibly huge shadow, merging with the will of Ye Futian, who was standing before it. It was apparent that the 36 statues of the tomb were not only capable of exuding pressure on people, but also could lend their power to those they identified with and bring great pressure to bear. Ye Wuchen of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State had been able to do so, and at the moment, Ye Futian became able to do so as well.
Saint Xihua walked forward as if he had not heard him. He turned his eyes to Huang Xi, and the Renhuang statue before Huang Xi grew increasingly bright. It became clear that that was where the entrance to the mausoleum might be.