Lu Chang'sheng's sense of crisis was sharp; in almost an instant, he detected the presence of that gaze.
In a split second.
Lu Chang'sheng's face grew serious, and at the same time, nine Sky-reaching Swords swirling with the power of life and death and Yin and Yang Qi hovered behind him.
Their tips were aimed straight at Nuwa's statue!
God Slaying Sword Formation.
Slay gods and demons—no matter if the opponent happens to be Nuwa, hailed as the ancestral mother of humanity.
But before Lu Chang'sheng could unleash the sword formation, a gentle, sacred voice echoed in his mind.
"Finally, you've made it here."
Lu Chang'sheng paused, then looked up at Nuwa's statue's face.
At this moment, the statue's once motionless pupils had focused downward—locked right onto Lu Chang'sheng.
"How did you notice me?"
This was what Lu Chang'sheng wanted to ask most of all right now.
After all, only by knowing could he improve in the future.
And not just that.
