In the dead of night, the clouds retreated, and the rain ceased.
The vast sky was adorned with twinkling stars, and the bright moon hung high.
A desolate beauty emanated from the silver moonlight, spreading across the vast barren desert and falling upon the peak of a lonely mountain, illuminating two figures.
Seated on the ground, the woman in the white dress leaned slightly, resting in the arms of the person beside her, her beautiful eyes closed in serenity as she quietly listened to his narration.
Suddenly, Jiang Ruyi lifted her head from Lu Ran's embrace and softly asked, "The Sculpture Garden? In your spiritual realm?"
Lu Ran gave a gentle nod.
Deep shock churned within Jiang Ruyi's heart. The statues of all gods, all demons in this world—Lu Ran possessed a set of them in his mind?
Lu Ran could steal the powers of all gods and demons?