The Statue Army

When Chen Lin found nothing with his Puppet, the Hundred Flowers Fairy and Gou Yushan could no longer hold back. They searched in different directions.

Later, Grass and Chen Lin joined the search.

In the end, they had to accept the truth: the statues were ordinary statues. Like the flowers, trees, and Cyan Stone, they gave off no energy fluctuations and showed no sign of turning into monsters.

They returned to Bluestone Street, all at a loss.

"Are we going to be trapped here until we die?"

Despair showed on Gou Yushan's face.

Chen Lin glanced at him and shook his head inwardly.

The Alien had power on the level of Spirit Transformation, but his state of mind lagged far behind. The moment trouble arose, he panicked, without a trace of a powerful cultivator's composure.

Perhaps it was because his cultivation system was different.

Apart from Cultivators, other cultivation systems seemed to place little, if any, demand on one's state of mind.

That meant Cultivators advanced more slowly than those of other systems, such as the Demon Race and Devil Race. But their progress was steadier, and they were less likely to suffer a cultivation backlash.

Chen Lin let the thought pass. Ignoring Gou Yushan, he turned to the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

"Fellow Daoist Baihua, do you have any ideas?"

She had cultivated longer than he had and possessed fragments of a great expert's memories. Perhaps she had some insight.

But the Hundred Flowers Fairy shook her head. "As far as I know, the Nightmare Realm's rules can only be uncovered and broken through trial and error. Forcing your way through is impossible, even for someone at the Mahayana level. If I still had my body, I could test a few investigative methods. As I am now, there's nothing I