Inside the room.
The cold wind blowing in from the vast lake outside moaned in gusts.
Inside, warm candlelight glowed.
The charcoal brazier crackled now and then, scattering sparks.
Jiang Ning watched the golden box in his hands slowly open.
The next moment.
His eyes narrowed. The statue inside seemed different from before, as though much of its vitality had drained away.
"It must be because of the Hundred-Spirit Blood!"
Understanding dawned on Jiang Ning.
The statue had previously soaked in Hundred-Spirit Blood inside the golden box. Clearly, the blood was the nourishment needed to keep it vital.
As the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Ning slowly reached his right hand into the box.
The moment his fingers touched the cold statue.
The vision abruptly appeared in his mind again.
In a boundless sea of blood, countless corpses rose and sank.
Above the sea stood a statue.
It had three heads, six arms, and four feet.
But before it could open its eyes, Jiang Ning unleashed his mental field. The vision shattered instantly.
A prompt appeared before his eyes.
[Seven points of divinity and one authority detected. Absorb them?]
As expected, the statue in the golden box holds more divinity! Jiang Ning thought.
Then, with a thought, he answered.
[Yes!]
In an instant.
He felt something being drawn from the statue before him and absorbed into his body.
Elsewhere.
In a place of void.
Endless darkness and emptiness stretched in every direction.
A stone lotus platform rose from the void.
Upon it sat a being with three heads, six arms, and four feet. Even seated, it stood twenty feet tall.
One could imagine how towering this statue-like being would be if it stood.
Suddenly.
Hiss—
Hiss—
Hiss—
All three of the statue-like being's heads reared back