"Ah, ah! Many thanks to the Exalted God for saving my life! That truly frightened this little god half to death!"
Seeing the sea of fire extinguish, the spirit of the Martial God Statue finally let out a sigh of relief.
Although Chen Yang's actions had cost him several decades of cultivation, compared to utter destruction, this outcome was already exceedingly fortunate.
"Cultivating the Divine Dao is no easy task. Since I have come here, I cannot possibly stand by and watch you perish."
Those words struck straight into the spirit of the Martial God Statue's heart, and he thanked Chen Yang again and again.
Abandoning his original body, fleeing across domains, and hiding in this blessed land to escape calamity for ten thousand years—the bitterness within was truly beyond words to outsiders.
Had Chen Yang not been stationed in this blessed land this time, then with Song Kaiyang's vicious methods, he truly would have faced slim odds of survival.
After the calamity of the Golden Dragon Fire Rain, the blessed land had become a complete mess.
Sensing the devastation throughout the blessed land, the spirit of the Martial God Statue felt a trace of worry rise in his heart as well.
"Can you handle it yourself?"
Noticing the shift in his state of mind, Chen Yang sent him a thought transmission. "While I'm still here, speak up if you have any difficulties. Don't hide them away."
The Martial God Statue had initially wanted to grit his teeth and put up a brave front, but after Chen Yang's second sentence, he deflated.
"Alas... Exalted God, to tell you the truth, my divine power stopped growing one hundred and twenty years ago."
The spirit of the Martial God Statue spoke helplessly. "After the Divine Dao collapsed, there was no longer any