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It didn't evoke feelings of eeriness and fear; instead, it inspired awe as if the majesty of a prison.
Chen Qing could only watch as the consciousness within the Golden Ghost Mask approached the divine image and knelt on both knees, bowing three times and kowtowing nine times to the ground with utmost reverence.
Chen Qing could sense that the consciousness in the Golden Ghost Mask did not experience any oppression nor any transformation.
It was as if this were meant to be.
It controlled its body, bowing forward, naturally—like it had practiced countless times with proficiency.
"Great Miao God, Your people beseech You!"
"They pray for Your favor!"
"Please, let Your ancient gaze fall upon Your humble subjects just this once."
The head in the center of the statue slowly bowed, looking down at Chen Qing.
In just one glance, it pierced through the consciousness of the Golden Ghost Mask, capturing the consciousness generated by the Void Flower.
