Zhaoyang Commandery City

Once the dust and smoke had settled, Shen Hui slowly walked over to the Heavenly King statue.

The statue had returned to its cold stillness. Its stone surface was mottled, yet its brows and eyes still carried an awe-inspiring majesty.

Looking down, he saw a corner of wood faintly showing through the gap between the statue's toes.

Shen Hui bent down and picked it up. It was the peachwood talisman from before.

That rakshasa ghost had squatted on the ground and dug through its guts for half the day in search of this very thing.

He turned the peachwood talisman over twice and saw that it was completely intact. After rubbing the dust from it against his sleeve cuff, he casually hung it back at his waist.

Rising to his feet, he glanced at the panel.

His Dao Xing points had risen by more than eighty thousand. Added to what he had accumulated before, the total had reached roughly two hundred and eighty thousand.

His entanglement with that vile creature had not been in vain.

Then he looked at the Baleful Suppression Spirit-Infusion Art he had newly obtained from the demonic cultivator Xu Ye. It had unexpectedly already reached the beginner level.

What he had used to command the Heavenly King statue just now had been this technique, rather than the Point Stone to Soldier Technique he normally employed.

The two appeared similar, but in truth were vastly different.

The marvel of the Spirit-Infusion Art lay in responding to an object's nature and following its temperament.

Take this Heavenly King statue, for instance. It had received the incense offerings of the mortal world for years, and a thread of Buddhist vow-power had long since seeped into the sculpture.

Once infused with spirit, it possessed an innate power to restrain the