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Chu Zhiyuan gazed with Insight, yet everything appeared blurry and indistinct.
It was as if shrouded in mist or viewed through rippling lake water.
The scene inside the valley was twisted and unclear.
He focused intently.
Faintly visible was a towering golden statue.
It stood as tall as the mountain walls, over thirty meters, imposing and grand.
It faced the valley entrance, gazing solemnly down at the entrance.
On its left and right were two more golden statues, each half its height.
Their faces identical, but their expressions varied: joy and anger on the left, sorrow and pleasure on the right.
Chu Zhiyuan continued using Insight as he spoke softly with Xu Haode.
"This is an heirloom from our ancestors," Xu Haode said indifferently, waving his hand. "There used to be seven of them, called the Seven-star Breaking Formation Stone, but now only one remains."
"Why were they lost?" Chu Zhiyuan continued to focus, trying to discern more details.
