Qin Fengming approached cautiously, his gaze locked on the statue, truly worried that it might suddenly unleash another streak of black light.
Fortunately, even after Qin Fengming came to stand on the enormous rock where the statue sat cross-legged, nothing unusual happened. This put Qin Fengming somewhat at ease.
He stopped and stood there, his gaze settling on the statue's face. Its features were clear, its carving masterful, its flesh full and lifelike. Yet Qin Fengming did not recognize this face. It was not one of the puppet faces he had seen back in the Cyan Cloud Secret Realm.
Nor was it the face of the small statue he had fought.
Although its features differed from those of the statues he had seen, standing so close, Qin Fengming could be certain that the restrictive fluctuations appearing on the statue were exactly the same as those in the Cyan Cloud Secret Realm. They should have been laid down by cultivators of the same inheritance.
"Hmm, there's also a restrictive array here that gathers soul energy. It seems to be the restriction that condenses the statue's attack energy." Qin Fengming quickly reached a conclusion.
"Fellow Daoist, how long will it take to break?" Venerable Feng Ji asked from a distance, worried that delay might breed trouble.
"It shouldn't take long. This Qin has encountered this restriction before." Qin Fengming answered casually without turning around.
Along with a buzzing sound, a vast mass of energy suddenly burst outward like an enormous balloon exploding. The energy swept across the area like waves crashing against a seawall, booming thunderously.
"How can such a small statue contain such immense energy?" Venerable Feng Ji's heart tightened. Only after sensing no attack emerging did he relax, and the question escaped his lips.
"There is a Spirit Gathering Array