A statue of a Daoist sat on a lotus pedestal in his dantian. From its appearance alone, one could tell it was ancient beyond measure.
Its facial features had long since been worn smooth, and even the folds of its robes had faded into indistinct lines.
At first glance, it looked completely ordinary. It was no different from the weathered relics scattered in the wilderness.
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