Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me
Chapter 187 - 118: Fear God, Worship God, Praise God... (Subscribe please)_3

Chapter 187: Chapter 118: Fear God, Worship God, Praise God... (Subscribe please)_3

My legs feel a bit weak... still haven’t recovered yet.

But this feeling isn’t bad.

Mu Qingyue slightly lowered her head.

Lu Jin’an reached out to support her, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes. Senior Sister’s sword that severed space... truly mysterious.

He didn’t ponder on it for the moment, instead lifting his gaze to the stone statue, a faint glimmer sparkling in his pitch-black pupils: "Stay put for now."

Looking at the stone statue, among the cracks splitting from the head, shoulders, and arms, faint hints of flesh and blood seemed to pulsate. The patterns on it resembled ancient spells, preserving the body from decay for tens of thousands of years.

It seemed the assault had momentarily ceased, but all the stone statues seemed to have shifted slightly.

They wielded knives and axes, their gaze as sharp as a blade, exuding a majestic aura, their weapons in hand appearing ready to plunge down at any moment, to decapitate.

The "creak creak" sounds had completely vanished, the surroundings once again plunged into a dark, deathly silence.

Lu Jin’an turned to glance at the Golden Winged Dapeng Demon Monarch whose face was clouded in gloom, the latter returning the gaze with a cold snort: "I thought it was an opportunity for you Humans, but it seems you are nothing more than mocked insects."

Lu Jin’an remained silent, shifting his gaze towards a Demon Monarch near the entrance, unleashing a silent spatial blade.

Lan Cangjun’s expression changed, urgently shouting: "Don’t move!"

Sensing the danger, the Demon Monarch instinctively moved a step, the ghostly fire in the eyes of the stone statue seated high on the throne flickering, launching the spatial blade once again.

"Damn it!" Lan Cangjun glared fiercely at Lu Jin’an, while simultaneously sending out a surge of demon energy to save the Demon Monarch and once again blocking the incoming spatial blade.

Lu Jin’an withdrew his gaze, fingers tightening around the hilt of the Netherworld Validation sword. The attack from the stone statue was undoubtedly at the level of the Unity Realm Stage, yet beyond what the Unity Realm Stage could comprehend.

Just in the clash of space power with the stone statue, Lu Jin’an felt this.

The same ’Sumeru Mustard Seed’ level of Spatial Realm, yet he found it somewhat strenuous to cope.

It was like solving the same math problem, while he remained in a high school mindset, the opponent had already solved it with a university mindset.

This gap wasn’t a disparity in talent, but a disparity in realm.

Yet despite this, the stone statue on the throne could only be ’Unity Realm Stage’ here.

As long as it’s Unity Realm Stage, there’s nothing to fear.

"Senior Brother," Zhao Shize suggested, "how about we buy some time while you break open that door?"

Lu Jin’an shook his head: "His space power only managed to tear a small gap in the dome. Using this method to get out doesn’t allow us enough time, nor do we have enough spiritual power."

Jiang Wuya’s spiritual power surged intensely around him: "He’s not attacking us now, let’s think of a way to kill it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his pupils contracted, looking behind, but Lu Jin’an was faster.

Mu Qingyue and Zhu Nanzhi blocked the spatial force from the stone statue of the throne without hesitation, while Lu Jin’an swiftly grabbed the shoulder of the junior brother in the Tongsheng Realm and tossed him backward, dodging to the side himself.

Thud!

A heavy hammer pounded the ground with a dull sound, the voice of the stone statue rang out once more: "See... god... not... kneel... kill!"

"This is instructing us to act according to the words on the stone tablet," Qi Xingyu’s eyes shone, then he cursed: "I’ve only ever knelt to my parents and elders, and now you expect me to kneel to you?"

Not far away, Lan Cangjun snorted coldly: "This is your Human Clan’s Ancient Tomb Cave Heaven, consider it your ancestor, maybe try kneeling and see?"

"Ha, he didn’t even spare us, so maybe you guys should give it a try too." Qi Xingyu spat: "What if he’s not interested in you creatures?"

Lan Cangjun turned back to look at a Demon Monarch in the vicinity: "I just saved you, try it according to this lord’s words."

Thinking Qi Xingyu might be onto something, Lan Cangjun considered that since the stone statue even attacked the Human Clan, it might be impartial to any race, only recognizing those who worship him.

Reluctantly, the Demon Monarch knelt down in full prostration towards the direction of the stone statue.

"You’re actually trying..." Qi Xingyu watched as the stone statue swung a large blade beside the kneeling Demon Monarch, eyes narrowing: "Could it actually be..."

Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly because the stone statue suddenly changed the downward swing into a horizontal slash, directly slicing the prostrate Demon Monarch in half.

"Ah——"

The scream was sharp... being bisected in a kneeling position was even more gruesomely unbearable.

Blood sprayed, Qi Xingyu’s squinted eyes opened wide, quickly turning back in horror to see the stone statue seated on the throne grinning, revealing a mouthful of equally stone-made neat teeth.

The smile was sinister, horrific, eerie, then it stuck out its stone tongue, full of a taunting sneer at the tiny ants.

"’Guests’, this seat has prepared for tens of thousands of years, finally waiting for you..."

The stone statue’s enormous hands supported the armrests on both sides of the throne as it slowly stood up, every part of its body emitting a creaking, heavy sound, yet the stone surface covering the body didn’t shatter.

"Revere this seat, kneel to this seat, praise this seat... only then can... "

The stone statue’s eyes, emitting white flames, swept over all the figures present, the smile still clinging wickedly to its face.

It lifted its hands: "Come on, this seat gives you an opportunity."

Immense and unfathomable space power filled every corner of the shrine, hundreds of stone statues around took a step forward, raising their weapons high.

The overwhelming pressure, akin to the presence of an emperor, rendered it hard to move.

Lu Jin’an’s actions were the least constrained because he understood space rules.

The statue looked down on him, full of derision in its eyes, as if saying he was the least needed.

Why unnecessary?

Because he understood space.

"Great God Immortal, your might is as ubiquitous as the sun..."

Someone kneeled down, urgently shouting, but it wasn’t a disciple of the Five Sects and Seven Schools.

Where there was one, there would be two, three...

There were humans, there were demons, and other races.

Lu Jin’an frowned, for at this moment, the stone statue’s grin almost reached from ear to ear!

His expression shifted slightly, swiftly turning to look, in his gaze blood blossomed, the voice of praise wiped clean in an instant.

The shrine once again fell into deathly silence.

"Ha, hahaha..."

The stone statue’s shoulders quaked, clutching its belly in laughter, the laughter acute.

After a long while, the laughter faded, the stone statue lifted its arms to wipe its eyes’ corners, but there were no tears.

It looked at all the figures again, the smile plastered thoroughly behind its ears.

"Revere this seat, kneel to this seat, praise this seat... only then can... die!"

Its voice filled with delight, especially seeing everyone’s uncertain expressions, prompting a deep, unable-to-contain laughter.

"Why?

Because the soul is too filthy, ha... ha... ha!"

"Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh!"

The stone statue made a funny face, clutching its belly in laughter.

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Author: Today’s update is ten thousand words, still owe seventy-nine thousand more words.

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