As the last strand of heat entered his body, the statue in front of Zhang Yu shattered and turned into a pile of dust.
He retracted his hand and put on the glove again.
He felt that the energy contained in this statue was not much. In the Blood Sun Divine Kingdom, it was at most an ordinary god and was far from the three main gods of the Blood Sun Divine Kingdom.
It was no wonder that Jin Yu flew out after destroying the statue. It was obvious that he was not serious about this EsGod.
However, this was only an isolated temple at the periphery. It was very likely that the EsGod was only in charge of guarding the periphery. Thus, he could not see the upper limit of the EsGod here.
He walked out of the divine temple. With a tap of his foot, he soared into the sky again and flew in the direction that the cultivators had just left.
Judging from the traces observed by the Seer's Seal, at least half a day had passed since the massacre.
These cultivators should be trying to kill the natives on the way to prevent their whereabouts from being exposed. Thus, he could speed up the rest of the journey.
After a while, he entered a wetland with lakes all over. A white boat floated by the shore, and the lake was covered with flower petals. On the shore stood an even larger temple.
This should have been a beautiful scene, but now it looked like it had been destroyed. The temple had collapsed, and the broken pillars were buried in the soil. There were broken corpses everywhere, and fresh blood flowed down the river and into the lake.
From above, Zhang Yu saw a gigantic EsGod head land in front of the temple. Its empty eyes were wide open, and around it were broken pieces of the statue's body.
It was very obvious that the EsGod worshipped in the temple had sensed the invasion of outsiders, so its spirituality descended and possessed the statue to fight against the invading cultivators.
He used the Seer's Seal to observe. The entire battle had only lasted five to six breaths. During this time, only one middle-level cultivator had attacked. This person was also a cultivator who specialized in close combat like Huiyuanwu. With a very light punch, he had shattered the EsGod on the spot.
Since the statue had been destroyed, there was no need for him to stay here. Thus, he continued forward. Along the way, he saw two more destroyed temples. The statues inside had also been destroyed.
As the terrain gradually widened, he gradually realized that the EsGods in these temples looked more like the lords of a certain land. They were scattered across this vast area.
Thus, there should not be only EsGods on this path. There should be many EsGods in a wider area.
But this brought about another problem. Where exactly was the 'Spiritual Pass'?
After all, only by finding the Spirit Pass could he control this "World Gap".
Along the way, he noticed that Wan Ming's group had obviously realized this as well, so they split up and flew in different directions.
He thought for a moment and decided to continue forward.
As he expected, every time he advanced a certain distance, he would see an isolated temple. However, along the way, there were no fierce battles. This was because the cultivators in the past had destroyed the statues first.
It should be because the previous battles had made these cultivators realize that letting the spirituality of the gods descend was purely causing trouble for themselves. Thus, they chose a more labor-saving and simple method.
Fortunately, the damage to the statues was not very serious, and they were still mostly intact. Thus, when Zhang Yu passed by these places, he also absorbed all the Origin Energy on them before continuing forward.
As time passed, he felt that he was getting closer and closer to the cultivators in front of him.
A moment later, another temple appeared in his eyes. In front of this building, a cultivator in a silver Daoist robe was standing there. He seemed to be asking two native descendants kneeling in front of him.
Suddenly, with a wave of his sleeve, the two natives immediately lost their heads and fell to the ground.
It was obvious that this cultivator was asking the natives about the possible whereabouts of the Spirit Pass, but it seemed that he did not get the answer he wanted.
This time, Zhang Yu did not dodge. Instead, he flew straight towards Wan Ming. If Wan Ming and the others had gathered together, he would not have chosen to approach them. However, since they had split up, there was no need for him to be as careful as before.
At this time, the cultivator in the distance seemed to have sensed something and turned his head to take a look. After seeing Zhang Yu's appearance, he was startled at first, but then his expression changed slightly as if he had recognized him.
He turned around and faced Zhang Yu. Then, a strange four-eared figure appeared behind him. At the same time, the sound of rushing water could be heard. In just a flash, the water in all directions was swept up together and fiercely attacked him with a monstrous momentum.
A light flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and the Cicada Cry Sword beside him suddenly flew out. This time, the speed of the sword was not fast, and both sides could clearly distinguish the trajectory of the sword light.
At this moment, the cultivator suddenly received an urgent warning from the observer and immediately realized that the flying sword was powerful. As a result, the figure behind him paused and turned into waves of water that surged out in an attempt to block the sword light.
However, the sword light seemed to know his movements beforehand and dodged perfectly every time. After dodging a dozen times, it pierced through the cultivator's chest with a hiss.
The cultivator lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. Then his knees gave out and he fell heavily to the ground.
When the final attack came, the tip of the Cicada Cry Sword subtly swayed a few times. He had no choice but to follow the observer's prediction and spread his mental strength to the places where the sword light could reach. However, the flying sword just had to kill through his weakest point and directly cut off his life force.
He raised his head with great effort and glanced at Zhang Yu. His lips moved, but only a stream of blood flowed out from his mouth. As he spat out his last breath, his head fell heavily on his chest. After a while, there were no more movements.
Zhang Yu quietly watched this scene. Just then, he did not use any great technique with the sword. He purely relied on the Seal of the Seer to be one step ahead of the enemy. He suppressed the enemy from beginning to end and forced the enemy to completely follow his rhythm.
This seal was of great help to him, especially when it was combined with his fighting style. It seemed to have an unexpected effect.
However, what was interesting was that all the cultivators who cultivated the small seal had their visualization diagrams obtained from Monk Hunjang, so none of them were the same.
However, he had also seen a similar visualization diagram in the Seer's Seal when the other party had released the visualization diagram. Logically speaking, this shouldn't have been possible because the Seer's Seal was only a summary of existing information. It couldn't display things that were unknown to the user.
He guessed that this might be because he had seen the visualization diagrams of various sects before, so the Seal of the Seer found some similarities in them.
Thinking about this, he looked meaningfully at the cultivator's corpse and did not pay any more attention to it. He turned and walked into the temple. He could feel that there were still living beings in there.
Not long after he left, a weak spiritual light suddenly appeared on the cultivator's corpse. However, before he could escape, many strange figures suddenly appeared in the surrounding atmosphere. They reached out their slender arms and grabbed him, then silently dragged him to an invisible boundary.
After Zhang Yu entered the temple, he did not care about the scattered corpses on the ground. He continued to walk to the back of the temple and soon came before a hall made of gold and bronze.
The magnificent altar was sprinkled with flower petals and jars of fragrant oil. However, there was no statue on the altar at the top. There was only a golden cup engraved with exquisite patterns.
He looked at a corner and was about to go forward when a white shadow flashed. He saw a small white lion blocking his way. It let out a low roar and bared its teeth at him. It seemed to be trying to use its small teeth to threaten him.
He turned and looked at the side corridor. There were two majestic white lions the size of small mountains. However, they were now dead on the side. Clearly, they were killed by the cultivator just now.
From the golden hoop on the lion's leg, it should be closely related to the EsGod and Divine Will here. It was very likely that it was a spiritual creature that guarded the temple.
Seeing that he did not retreat, the little lion rushed up and tried to bite him, but was easily pushed away by his heart light.
At this time, there was a cry of surprise. Behind the altar, a little girl about seven or eight years old with pitch-black hair walked out. She looked at the small lion with an anxious expression and said in the spiritual language, "Powerful foreign god, please do not hurt Namor. He is not a threat to you."
Zhang Yu looked at the little girl. There was a ball of light around her body. Without a doubt, she was also a descendant of god or a demigod.
This little girl looked at him without any fear. At this time, she took the initiative to stand up. Clearly, she had a certain amount of courage.
He changed his mind. This place was different from the East Court. Many EsGods chose to cooperate with the Qingyang Upper Continent. Not all of them were enemies. Killing them indiscriminately was not the right thing to do.
The little girl saw that he seemed to be thinking. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and said, "Powerful foreign god, I know what you are looking for. I am willing to tell you the way to the World of Divine Remains. I only ask that you let Namor go."
Zhang Yu pushed the small lion in front of the little girl. The latter squatted down and hugged the small lion. She opened her bright eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you. You are different from them."
She thought for a while and said, "Powerful foreign god, you can walk north along the red fruit tree. When you see the highest mountain, look at the statue of the Mota God. Follow the gaze of the god and you will see a pit. The World of Divine Remains is there."
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