Shock, and Instinct

A golden, gleaming divine statue slowly descended from the roof of the flower hall.

This divine statue was formed entirely from exceptionally pure, wondrous divine energy. Sitting cross-legged, it was utterly different in style from the statues of gods on the Western Continent. The seated statue stood three meters tall, its scalp smooth and hairless. Its eyes were tightly shut, but a vertical eye in the center of its brow stood open. A faint thread of white light shone from that eye, radiating a chilling sharpness that made hearts tremble in fear.

Lin Qi sensed it carefully. The nature of that thread of white light within the vertical eye resembled White Tiger Battle Qi; both had been condensed from immensely powerful metal-attributed natural elements. But compared to Lin Qi's current White Tiger Battle Qi, that white light was more highly refined and purer, and its destructive power far surpassed Lin Qi's present White Tiger Battle Qi.

The naked divine statue faced heaven with its five centers, and a triangular crystal could vaguely be seen gleaming within its chest. The impression this statue gave was one of power—boundless power—with a faintly sacred aura. Having fused two divine sparks and the Desert God's heart, Lin Qi vaguely detected a ripple of divine soul within the statue.

That thread of divine soul was muddled and dim, clearly in a slumbering state. But it was still a thread of divine soul. Even a sleeping divine soul, once activated through certain specific arts, could unleash terrifying might beyond the comprehension of mortals.

A low chant emerged from within the divine statue. Following a unique rhythm, it slowly uttered one isolated syllable after another. With every syllable, a divine pattern formed from corresponding ancient divine script appeared beside the statue.

Lin Qi glanced over those divine