Chapter 623: Between the three continents of origin, Holy Spirit and extinction, two thousand miles to the east of the storm whirlpool, huge peaks stand tall, like a huge sword rushing out of the water and into the sky.

On top of the summit, a stone carving sits quietly on the ground.

The stone sculpture depicts an old man in white robes with a clear face, white hair and close eyes. It looks so lifelike.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, with a low cry, the stone sculpture's eyelids popped out abruptly, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Next, the white-robed old man seemed to be completely alive, and his hair and clothes, which...