Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Chapter 1978: Chapter 1537: Can't Escape from the Palm of Cheng Yun

Saint Statue.

Jiang Hao did not know the definition of a saintly figure.

But he always felt something strange about it.

Statues, of course, he had some experience with.

The statues at the Western Astronomical Academy, as well as the one beneath the Abyssal Sea.

Not a single one was normal.

Thus deduced, this space statue related to Cheng Yun was probably not normal either.

As for its purpose, it must be more than just to protect the people here.

There must be some other secret uses.

"How do the villagers determine that the Chosen Sage is indeed a sage? Have they done any good deeds?" Jiang Hao asked.

The others were quite curious too.

The saints here, and the village, they must all be clues in the search for fortunes.

They would surely go to have a look.

"A saint is naturally a saint; once a saint appears, we can travel to farther places and acquire more land.

"Without a saint, our place would be in danger.

"You came from the fog, and our place relies on the saint to ward off the fog.

"The fog is not always present, but it appears occasionally.

"Once it appears, without the saint's protection, we would face endless disasters and horrors, eventually dying in the fog," said the burly man, somewhat frightened. "Our ancestors encountered such a disaster, fortunately, at that time, a Chosen Sage was born again, and our ancestors were spared from misfortune.

"As time goes by, saints gradually pass away.

"Currently, there are four living saints, which can be said to be the most at any one time in history.

"Especially, the latest saint who appeared over four hundred years ago, he has recently shone with endless brilliance, promising to protect us for a thousand autumns.

"There's still a little time left before his visage can be seen clearly, the first saint statue in innumerable years, whose actual appearance can be witnessed."

After some thought, Jiang Hao couldn't figure out what kind of strong figure could become a saint.

And just to protect this place, could that be called a saint?

But upon reflection, even just being able to protect this place was enough for them to revere and admire.

Being a saint, that seemed plausible enough.

However, the fog here should be a spatial isolation.

This place belongs to some other larger space, just with certain changes, it gets pulled out.

Thus, it would be isolated.

If there is no strength to protect it, it might be torn apart or covered by space, eventually submerging everything.

"Where does the saint come from, and how do you know that these are saints?" Mr. Xie asked.

"The saint descends from the brilliance of the sky, he protects us, what more is there to verify?" the burly man said.

"You say saints will die, so what are they like before and after their death?" the Noble Fairy asked.

"While alive, the saint is radiant," the burly man solemnly said. "When a saint falls, the light fades, and cracks appear on his body.