Offer up the blood essence from his heart?
What a joke!
To cultivators, the blood essence from the heart was the condensation of their Life Origin and cultivation essence!
Every drop was incomparably precious, containing their Dao foundation, bloodline, and soul imprint!
Losing a single drop would inflict severe damage on one's vitality and foundation, requiring an enormous amount of resources and a long period of time to slowly recover.
Not to mention offering it to such a statue of unknown origin—one so strange and terrifying that it was suspected of having destroyed the previous epoch?
Who knew what it wanted the blood essence for?
What if it was some evil blood sacrifice ritual that required the blood essence of a specific inheritor as a catalyst?
What if it was a prerequisite for body possession, with the soul imprint in the blood essence making it easy to cast a spell?
What if it was some medium for a curse spanning space and time, where a single drop of blood essence could curse every person connected to him by blood to death?
The risk was too great!
Great enough to leave him doomed for all eternity!
But...
Not offer it?
That terrifying destructive will, which surpassed the Dao Master Realm, had already become tangible shackles, firmly locking Lu Chen's physical body, magical power, and soul in place.
Lu Chen had no doubt that as long as he dared to shake his head, dared to say the word "no"...
The next second, the statue would not even need to act personally.
Just a slight crush from that destructive will locking onto him...
He would be like an egg struck by a boulder, his body and soul instantly annihilated, without even a scrap left behind!
He probably would not even have the chance