Lost God

When Jiang Feng stood beneath the armillary sphere, atop the floating platform, the armillary sphere began to rotate.

Streams of light followed, engulfing him.

From afar, he looked as though he were standing amid a nebula.

A series of rumbling sounds came from within the altar, as though some mechanism had been triggered.

Jiang Feng felt somewhat alarmed. He sensed that what he had activated was not an array, but the altar's mechanism.

Just as panic rose within him, the twelve statues beneath the altar suddenly moved.

At the same time, twelve powerful auras slowly rose from within the statues.

Like twelve sleeping giants stirred awake, they rapidly came to life.

The twelve auras swiftly climbed, soon reaching a terrifying level.

Even while inside the armillary sphere, Jiang Feng could clearly sense the awakening of the twelve statues. Their auras not only surpassed his own, but also surpassed Shiva's.

And they surpassed Shiva by far.

Before these twelve auras, Jiang Feng felt like an ant gazing up at elephants!

Beneath the altar, his bargain-bin master, whose divine soul was damaged, stood frozen in shock.

For the strength of these twelve auras not only surpassed his former self, but... but seemed to stand at the very peak of the Eternal Void Realm!

In merely three breaths, the twelve statues fully awakened.

They moved their limbs, and crisp metallic clanks rang out from the joints of their uniform armor.

Jiang Feng had no idea whether these sculptures were living beings or puppets. At his current level, he simply could not tell.

But even if they were puppets, they had likely been made using cultivators' divine souls.

The art of puppetry was immensely prevalent in the cultivation world, whether in the lower realms or the Immortal Sacred Realm.

The twelve puppets opened their