Hiss——!
The view before Chen Zhixing gradually turned dark, the void surging toward him like a tide.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the center of the hall.
In the center of the hall stood a three-zhang tall white stone statue.
The stone statue was lifelike, depicting a woman soaring to the moon, with her garment's sash hanging down, a sharp chin, closed eyes, and a diamond-shaped crystal mark at the center of her brow.
"What is this?"
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow.
"If my guess is correct, this should be the First Generation Snow Demoness. Although the Snow Demon Race is said to be a variant of heaven and earth, if traced back, they actually evolved from the Human Race."
The voice of Sword Spirit Qingzhi echoed in Chen Zhixing's mind:
