Alive, but not entirely.
Without so much as a scream, the Ironhead Viper Mountain God's soul decisively abandoned her flesh and entered the Deity Statue. She thought she had escaped death and found temporary shelter. Who knew that the instant a wisp of her lingering soul entered it, the Deity Statue, dormant for who knew how many years, would suddenly stir?
She thought she had suppressed the Mountain God Deity Statue, but the moment her soul entered it, the sacrifice prepared long ago began.
And the offering was the False Mountain God's soul.
Just like that.
An eerie light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Front Mountain Deity Statue. Both Mountain God Deity Statues began drawing the power of Ironhead Viper's flesh into themselves. Even without its soul, the enormous snake demon's body still possessed tremendous vitality.
A potent tonic of blood and vital energy.
An astonishing one.
The Ironhead Viper Mountain God had clung to life for so many years. Liao Chi had not killed her, nor had anyone else suppressed her. Yet just as she was about to break free, she died in this absurdly casual fashion.
So offhand.
All that buildup, only to fizzle out.
It felt utterly surreal.
Plans laid over countless years, a chance at life she had struggled for all this time—today, just when freedom was within sight, it all turned to dust so easily. And the one that ambushed her was the Mountain God Deity Statue she had drained for years, whose mountain god's power she had almost succeeded in absorbing.
It left a hollow feeling.
It was rather like when Lin Feng had watched that show years ago, and the wolf dad of House Stark of the North had his head cut off by Emperor Joffrey and mounted on the city