"Alive? Are there many dangers in the Secret Corridor?"
Gu Qingshan asked.
The giant rumbled, "A hundred million years ago, the Secret Corridor was swept clean by countless powerful beings. Only a few scattered dangerous places remain."
The Snow-White Eagle said, "But far too much time has passed. The curse has only now begun to slowly unravel, and we don't know what it's like inside. We'll have to explore it all over again."
A hundred million years was enough to turn seas into mulberry fields,
which meant—
Who knew what was in the passage?
Without enough power, how could anyone explore it?
Thinking of this, Gu Qingshan ventured, "Everyone, since we're all on the same side, could you be a little more lenient and give me back all my power?"
The four statues immediately shook their heads in unison.
The giant said, "An oath is an oath. It cannot be shaken. Even we can do nothing about it. After all, this is a fixed spell set in place to guard against accidents."
Gu Qingshan said earnestly,
"Let's speak frankly. The Fire God is dead, and the Earth God is dead too. As for the Wind God and Water God—I've never even heard of your whereabouts."
"Now, in this Void Turbulence, I'm the only new Earth God left."
"As one of your own, you could at least loosen your grip a little. If I run into a situation I can't possibly withstand, you can't expect me to just go and die."
The four statues listened in silence.
The Snow-White Eagle said, "The oath cannot be broken. But we anticipated that such a situation might arise, so we made a few small preparations."
Gu Qingshan smiled without saying anything, simply adopting an attentive expression.
But the four statues said no more. Instead,