All the primitive people immediately stood up and stared at Ye Wuque with burning eyes.

Ye Wuque looked calm.

"Perhaps you are... a descendant of a great saint?"

The leader of the primitive people spoke like this.

Ye Wuque's heart suddenly moved.

"The saint you are talking about has a statue?"

"some!"

"Can you take me to see it?"

"Come with us."

A quarter of an hour later.

Ye Wuque and Meng Yu followed the primitive people to a huge tribe.

There are hundreds of thousands of primitive people here. After seeing Ye Wuque, everyone was extremely shocked!

At the end of the tribe, there is a huge needle felt, where many cattle and sheep are enshrined. Inside, there seems to be a statue standing faintly.

"The great icon has been standing there for a long time. It has been peaceful and quiet, accepting worship from our tribe day and night. You can go and take a look..."

The old priest of the tribe looked at Ye Wuque with complicated and shocked eyes before he spoke like this.

Ye Wuque didn't hesitate and walked forward slowly.

He was actually a little excited.

Like him?

Could it be...father??

My father had also arrived here before and helped these ancestors of primitive people?

After taking one step into the needle felt.

Suddenly, an ancient statue with closed eyes came into view!

But when Ye Wuque looked at the statue, his eyes suddenly froze!!

Something's wrong with the breath!

Lifelike!

But this is not the aura of young father Ye, but is it similar to himself?

Ye Wuque stared at the statue and slowly uttered these three words...

"Ye Langya!"

Buzz!!

The next moment, a vision suddenly appeared!

The moment Ye Wuque spoke, the statue that had stood quietly for a long time trembled violently, and then the closed eyes of the statue suddenly opened unexpectedly!!

What a pair of cold and domineering eyes!

As if feeling something, he immediately looked at Ye Wuque!
Chapter completed!