Zhang Yan did not believe they had no purpose, but with his current cultivation, he had no way of knowing the hidden secrets within.
At this moment, he heard someone shout from outside, "The rain has stopped."
Zhang Yan, not wanting to sit in the carriage for long, got out.
After the light rain, there was a slight dampness, and the Qi mechanism flowed smoothly through the valley path. A warm breeze blew, bringing the sound of insects singing and birds chirping from the ethereal and secluded valley.
By now, he did not know how deep into the mountain he had ventured. He faintly heard the sound of clear spring water flowing, with moss on the stones, forming a wet carpet at the turning points of the path. As the rain and mist dissipated, brilliant and dazzling colors shimmered in all directions.
After walking forward for another hour, he came to an open area and saw a towering and smooth stone wall with numerous niches carved into it, holding over a thousand stone statues.
