"The deaths of these civilians mark a failure on our part at the Evil Extermination Departnt!" Huang Zhengyang’s face was grim.
The deaths of these innocent civilians, their friends and family, and even the surrounding people will all bla the Evil Extermination Departnt.
The Evil Extermination Departnt has no excuse.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Is it the statue of the sa Evil Venerable?"
"I didn’t dare to look too clearly." Huang Zhengyang shook his head, "I couldn’t withstand it, but I could see that it has three faces."
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded, "We had a stroke of luck last ti, we should continue to dig deeper."
This three-faced statue of the Evil Venerable is too sinister, its power formidable.
And it appears in deep mountains and forests, places rarely visited by people.
For now, it seems to pose no great threat.
We reluctantly destroyed the statue, unable to continue pursuing it, holding onto a glimr of hope, thinking it might have accidentally fallen here from the outer world.
Now it seems that the Evil Venerable probably didn’t co here by accident but ca intentionally.
A statue descended from heaven, impossible to defend against, and to stop it, we can only start from the source.
The premise is to find its source.
Huang Zhengyang shook his head, "It’s not that I don’t want to dig deeper, it’s that I’m powerless to do so."
Chu Zhiyuan sighed, "Let’s try to find another way this ti, where’s Zhou Sizheng?"
"Zhou Sizheng can’t return in the short term, we’ll have to rely on ourselves." Huang Zhengyang said, "We can’t count on those guys in the departnt."
"There are quite a number of extraordinary people, last ti we ran out of ti, what about this ti?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
Huang Zhengyang shook his head, "I’ve already tried, it didn’t work, we’ll have to rely on you, Brother Chu."
"I will try my best." Chu Zhiyuan said solemnly.
He placed his hand on the hilt of the Golden Sword, feeling three parts more secure.
Gliding along for over a hundred miles, appearing outside a small city.
From afar, he could see the peak of a mountain covered by a circle of white curtain.
The white curtain fluttered in the mountain wind, extrely conspicuous.
Super Sense had already seen a group of people blocked at the foot of the mountain.
Dozens of youths wearing the Evil Extermination Departnt’s Mystic Robes blocked these people.
There were ordinary civilians as well as martial arts experts, all curiously looking at the mountain peak.
Huang Zhengyang shook his head, "If this statue isn’t blocked, people will co endlessly and die under the statue."
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded, "What about the other statue?"
"That one is a little better, also in the deep mountains, we must first deal with this one."
"When did it appear?"
"They say three days ago," Huang Zhengyang said, "Not necessarily accurate."
"Three days... many people should have died, right?"
"Over three hundred." Huang Zhengyang’s face was heavy, his voice somber.
This is the terror of the Evil Demons, once they cause harm, it’s often not just one or two people, but a whole lot.
Chu Zhiyuan’s gaze burned as he looked up at the white curtain and slowly said, "I’ll first destroy this statue."
"Exactly." Huang Zhengyang hurriedly nodded, "To study, we should study the other one."
They arrived at the foot of the mountain, and the youths in Mystic Robes automatically made way, bowing in greeting.
Huang Zhengyang waved his hand, and with Chu Zhiyuan, they glided over tree tops and quickly arrived under the white curtain.
The white curtain was held by a circle of Mystic Robes youths, each with their back to the statue, looking solemn.
As Chu Zhiyuan and Huang Zhengyang approached, they shifted their bodies, opening a gap in the white curtain.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Brother Huang, you stay outside, I’ll go in alone."
"Be careful." Huang Zhengyang didn’t act tough.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, gliding inside, the white curtain closed once again.
Chu Zhiyuan stood under the statue, carefully scrutinizing this three-faced Evil Venerable statue.
As expected, it was indeed the previous Evil Venerable.
But the three faces had subtle changes.
The features beca more refined and clear.
One face was smiling, another crying, and the third calm and indifferent.
At this mont, the smiling face was particularly clear, while the other two faces were identical to the previous statue.
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
At once, he thought of the reason.
This smiling face is clearer because of the three hundred dead civilians?
This Evil Venerable is indeed wicked.
Are the deaths of these civilians devouring so kind of power to enhance itself?
Thinking of this, he reached out and pressed on the golden statue, a strange breath wafted out from the Lao Gong Acupoint, drilling into the statue.
With this breath, the originally indestructible and uncorrupted golden statue instantly changed.
The Golden Sword unsheathed, transforming into a ray of golden light, sliding along the golden statue.
Wherever it passed, golden powder fluttered.
In a mont, the Golden Sword hovered over his head, and the golden statue beca a black statue, as black as ink.
The golden powder had already gathered in a circle, piled high.
He bent down, reached out, and pressed on the gold powder, and the powder quickly emitted a gentle glow.
The golden sword above his head slowly descended to his feet.
And the gentle golden powder began to float upwards, drifting toward the golden sword.
They were like clay oxen entering the sea, completely rging into the sword upon contact.
A gentle luminescence enveloped the golden sword.
Chu Zhiyuan reached out to grasp the hilt, beginning to concentrate and refine.
The gentle light of the golden sword grew brighter and brighter.
At this ti, the pitch-black statue began to emit a gentle light.
The gentle light ford a beam atop the head, extending towards the tip of the golden sword.
The gentle light of the golden sword began to flicker.
Chu Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
In the void of his mind, a three-faced golden statue slowly erged, its three faces becoming blurred, and its three mouths began to move, mumbling softly.
Strange sounds ca to Chu Zhiyuan’s ears, and his heart and spirit began to tremble.
Just then, a sun in his mind suddenly brightened imnsely.
Instantly, the golden statue disappeared.
The strange sounds vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared, as if what happened just now was just an illusion and hallucination.
Chu Zhiyuan’s voice sounded: "Remove the curtain."
Huang Zhengyang hurriedly asked, "Can it work?"
"Just remove it," Chu Zhiyuan said.
Huang Zhengyang waved his hand: "Take it down."
The surrounding white curtain was moved aside, revealing the pitch-black ink-like statue.
The young n holding the curtain all turned their backs to the statue, unaware of the change.
But the people at the foot of the mountain saw it clearly.
Even people far inside the city could see it clearly.
Imdiately, they rushed over here.
Chu Zhiyuan leapt up, the golden sword suddenly brightened, then transford into three golden lights, each sweeping across a face, reaching down to his feet.
"Zhi...!"
"Wow!"
Countless cracks spawned from the fine lines passing through the center of the three eyebrows, instantly spreading across the entire statue, causing it to collapse into a pile of fragnts in an instant.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded with satisfaction.
Huang Zhengyang examined the small black stones, finding no golden powder.
He was a bit worried.
If the people later witness the miraculous scene of the statue reassembling, it might spread far and wide, having a massive impact.
This would further bolster the montum of the evil demon, undermining the Court’s authority.
But as ti passed, these fragnts showed no signs of reassembling.
He turned to look at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "I have found the thod to completely destroy it."
Huang Zhengyang clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha, truly Brother Chu!"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head: "Let’s go check the other one, see if we can find more clues."
"Let’s go." Huang Zhengyang restrained his smile, glanced around, and said in a deep voice, "Carefully collect these fragnts, bring them back!"
"Yes." A middle-aged man clasped his fist in agreent.
Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Why haven’t I seen Elder Yu and Elder Guo?"
Huang Zhengyang said, "They’re at another location, let’s head over there."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded, floating away with Huang Zhengyang.
"Who is that?" soone inquired softly.
"Chu Zhiyuan of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a good friend of Director Huang."
"Oh, this is Mr. Chu!"
"Truly lives up to his reputation!"
"Finally resolved a big problem!"
The entire Evil Extermination Departnt was helpless against this statue, unable to move or destroy it, only covering it with a curtain.
Thinking of those innocent citizens who died in vain, they felt extrely aggrieved.
As Chu Zhiyuan moved, he couldn’t help but press on the hilt of the golden sword, feeling the change in the golden sword.
The feeling of the golden sword growing stronger was intense, yet he couldn’t exactly say what made it stronger.
But a peculiar power had already arisen, flowing within the sword, residing in the sword.
He was familiar with this power, the power of the Emperor’s Sword!
It was just now when the curtain was taken down, allowing all citizens and everyone to see the scene of the statue’s destruction, which gave rise to this power.
Is this the power of the people’s hearts, or faith power?
Does the golden sword need to truly beco the Emperor’s Sword, able to transform the popular mind and opinion?
This is a crucial step.
This ans, from now on, he embarked on a completely different path, a different cultivation path.
Compared to the heritage of the Taiqing Primordial Sect, is this path better or worse?
That can only be determined by practicing both, then comparing their strengths and weaknesses.
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