Dragon Canon

Wei Yuan put the front hall behind him and headed toward the central hall. The central hall was ten zhang tall and only partially collapsed. It was close enough that it was impossible to miss. The front hall and the central hall were five li apart. This distance was nothing to Wei Yuan or Xu Wan’er, but Xu Wenwu groaned incessantly as he climbed the slope.

The entrance of the central hall was still intact, but only half of them. One of the doors had toppled to the ground. His vision darkened abruptly when he set foot inside the main chamber. It was incredibly dark inside, and there were neither candlelight nor lamplight anywhere. He could only rely on the small rays of light peeking through the broken rooftop to see its interior. However, the central peak was blocking the sunlight, so the chamber interior was even darker and gloomy-looking than normal. Everything beyond a certain range was blurry and indistinct.

The air was thick with a damp, putrid stench, yet Wei Yuan detected no signs of living creatures or energy—not even the insects that swarmed throughout the Shaman realm were present.

There was a statue of a god at the end of the chamber. Only a small portion of it remained intact. Everything above the knees was destroyed with the pieces scattered across the floor. The statue was carved from stone, but not out of a single block. It had been put together using dozens of pieces of stone.

The statue was only slightly over four zhang tall. It wouldn’t be difficult for an immortal to find a block of stone that was over ten zhang long, much less several zhang long. The carving process was only easier. The Swelling Water God Palace had had powerful Avatars as its rulers across multiple generations, so why was their main deity statue so shabby-looking? It should be at least ten zhang tall, right?

There were eight deity statues on both sides of the chamber. They were all about one zhang tall. At the moment, all but one deity statue was intact. The rest were smashed to the point that only the platforms were left behind. The surviving statue was standing at a corner. It was a seductive woman who looked incredibly charming even though she was covered in moss. She reminded him of one of the ladies that was tangled with the giant snake.

Finally, besides the fact that the statues weren’t covered in blood, the chamber looked exactly the same as the illusory one where he had encountered the woman-in-red.

Suddenly, Wei Yuan sensed something and slowly turned around. The next moment, the woman-in-red he was just thinking about walked out of Xu Wan’er’s body and bowed to him, greeting, “Yun Feifei greets you, Senior Brother. May I know your name?”

Wei Yuan returned curtly, “You ask as if you don’t already know.”