Spirit Devouring Stirs

Xiao Yan was not unfamiliar with Tou She Ancient God's inheritance.

Although his last experience had been when he was patching up that enormous mess Wan'er from another world had made, no matter how one put it, he could still be called well practiced.

On the Strange Fire Plaza, a statue of Tou She Ancient God, over ten thousand feet tall, stood towering there. With this stone statue alone, even though it released no power of any kind, it was still enough to become an intangible barrier, shutting out every filthy, impure force. Presumably, even if the Spirit Devouring Clan army arrived here, they would not dare make the slightest reckless move.

Had he not already known about it, perhaps even Xiao Yan himself would never have imagined that there was actually another Dou Di inheritance existing on the Dou Qi Continent.

His fingertips rubbed across the enormous, slightly cold stone statue. Xiao Yan then slowly injected a wisp of his own Strange Fire Dou Qi into it. In the blink of an eye, an attractive force immediately surged out from within the Tou She Ancient God statue, which had still been in a dormant state, and drew him inside.

Xiao Yan only felt as if someone had suddenly yanked him. His body could not help staggering, and his mind, pulled along with it, sank into the stone statue as well.

In an instant, everything before his eyes returned to chaos.

This feeling was extremely familiar. Back during his hundred-life reincarnation, he had once experienced such a thing within a certain possibility. Everything converged and blended before his eyes until it was utterly indistinguishable, like chaos itself.

However, everything before him was indeed no different from chaos. As though heaven and earth had just opened, amid countless dazzling, intermingling flames,