"Could this place actually have some connection to the Ink Moon Tribe?"
Lin Xuan murmured to himself, then followed the little dog inside.
That was right. This statue was no different from the one in his memories. It was indeed the Heavenly Witch Goddess worshipped by the Ink Moon Tribe.
In other words, this place was a ruin left behind by the Ink Moon Tribe in the Spirit World.
"Woof, woof."
The little dog's barking entered his ears, calling Lin Xuan back from his deep thoughts.
"Wait."
Lin Xuan had the little dog stay where it was for the moment, then walked toward the statue alone.
Nine heads and eighteen arms. When he had first seen it, he had not felt anything, but now that Lin Xuan's experience had broadened, he could not help muttering inwardly about what sort of connection this Heavenly Witch Goddess had with the Lesser Luo Heaven Dharma Image he had learned from Qin Xin.
His gaze swept over it. Leaving aside the Dharma Image's expression for the moment, the movements of those eighteen arms truly did match a certain posture within the Dharma Image.
It should not be mere coincidence.
Originally, Lin Xuan's goal had been the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Coral, but now the situation was special. His attention had already been drawn over by the Ink Moon Tribe's ruins.
Toward this tribe, Lin Xuan had a very strong interest.
The Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire had been derived from that tribe's divine abilities. If Hundred Poisons True Lord had not been harmed by treacherous people, his cultivation speed would have been even faster than Lin Xuan's.
Lin Xuan had avenged him, and he had also given his Clan-Suppressing Treasure as payment. Unfortunately, that jade pupil slip was far too strange; even with Lin Xuan's divine sense,