The City of the Sacred Demon. What was so special about this place?
Han Li stood in the central part of the city, above one of the numerous buildings scattered across the city's kilometer-long existence. Looking towards the actual heart of it all, Han Li couldn't help but feel a slight sensation of awe.
There was a great Statue there, its size so vast he couldn't see its full form from where he was standing. Under the statue's legs, he knew the Sacred Demon himself wrote some words. He had read that in his past life, it read: "A mere attempt at mimicking the greatness of the Sacreds, yet the one who sculpted this one was a great one, the most striking of all statues I had seen, yet only half my size."
A sudden breeze lifted his lustrous black hair, and his gaze moved up. The statue's head would have surely pierced the clouds had it been in the real world. Han Li's eyes shimmered. He couldn't even make out the face from where he was. It was way too vast.