Song Chengbo had come here with Bian Shiyan and Qi Qiubing for what seemed to be a very important matter, and now that he heard Ning Cheng say this, he was not willing to get into trouble with Bian Shiyan over Ning Cheng’s matter, so he simply said, “In that case, then we will go in first, Daoist Ning, you take care of yourself. Remember that you cannot use your divine sense inside the Fallen Star Temple, and your cultivation level will also be suppressed a lot by the rules.”
After Song Chengbo finished speaking, he went through between the two giant pillars first, and did not greet Bian Shiyan, obviously slightly dissatisfied with Bian Shiyan’s words. Seeing Song Chengbo go in, Bian Shiyan and Qi Qubing also followed and went through, from the beginning to the end, Qi Qubing did not say a word.
Ning Cheng did not follow immediately, but prepared some things that could potentially be used and placed them on his waist. Song Chengbo said that when he went in, his divine sense could not be used and his cultivation would be suppressed, which made Ning Cheng very grateful to Song Chengbo.
If he couldn’t even use his storage ring after he went in, what if he needed pills and magic treasures? Because he could not use his divine sense, the protective magic treasure Ning Cheng took out was the Nirvana Gun. If there was no divine sense, the Nirvana Gun would definitely be more powerful than ordinary magic treasures.
Only after everything was ready did Ning Cheng pass through the two pillars and enter the Temple of the Fallen Star.
As soon as Ning Cheng entered, violent winds and waves swept over. Ning Cheng simply
Without standing still, he was about to be swept away by this sword-like storm. Countless pieces of debris hit his body, which was vaguely painful. And at this moment, when he looked back, where were the two giant pillars behind him? This was the same as saying that even if he wanted to retreat now, it would be impossible.
Divine Sense really could not be used, even if Ning Cheng was a Starry Sky Sea of Consciousness, he was still unable to exercise his divine sense in this place. He could only barely stabilise his body and fall down.
Only then did he have the chance to take stock of his surroundings, which were grey and puffy, all covered in Gobi Beach-like debris and undulating rock bales. A howling wind swept over the endless rubble and bales of stone, sending them whirling past.
These debris hit Ning Cheng’s body from time to time, and if Ning Cheng was not a post-Nirvana body refining cultivator, this kind of debris swept up by the gale would have injured him. Luckily, these gales were not quite spatial storms, there was no spatial element in them, they were merely gales. Occasionally, one or two huge stones flew in, all of which were blocked by Ning Cheng with his Nirvana Gun.
Ning Cheng took a few steps forward, completely without a southeast or northwest. After entering this place, it was as if he had entered a large desert. However, the sand here was not fine sand, but gravel.
Since entering the Yixing Continent, the number of crises that Ning Cheng had experienced was truly innumerable. The fierce wind in this shattered stone desert was really nothing, strictly speaking. Back when he had entered the Time Desolate Domain, he had also experienced his divine sense being suppressed in the Sea of Twilight. But later on, by himself, his divine sense could still slowly stretch out, by virtue of his astral sea of consciousness.
At this moment, Ning Cheng was cautiously walking forward while continuously stretching his divine sense.
Ning Cheng’s efforts were not in vain, and a day later, he finally stretched out part of his divine sense. From the initial one foot, it slowly went up to one zhang. On the tenth day, his divine sense could already extend to about ten feet, and at this time, the storm around him was gradually getting smaller.
He seemed to have reached the edge of the Shattered Stone Desert, and Ning Cheng had just breathed a sigh of relief when his divine sense swept up a swift and incomparable spatial blade aura. In his haste, Ning Cheng could only fall on his back as the blade mane brushed past his chest.
Ning Cheng was shocked into a cold sweat, if his divine sense could not be radiated outwards, this blow just could not split him in half, and he probably would not have suffered well. This was still the case when he had the Nirvana Gun in his hand, otherwise it would be even more dangerous. As Song Chengbo had said, there were crises everywhere here, and when one entered, one had to be prepared to fall at any time.
He hadn’t encountered danger before because he was still on the periphery, and this time, after entering inside, there were indeed sudden spatial wind blades. This was the first one, and there were definitely more to come.
He was almost split in half by the spatial wind blade, but the Mahabharata Heavenly Fruit he wanted was not even a shadow. In Ning Cheng’s opinion, it was absolutely impossible for a spiritual grass to grow in this kind of boundless rocky desert.
If Song Chengbo hadn’t tricked him, then he was going in the wrong direction. Unfortunately, Ning Cheng did not have the map jade slip of the Fallen Star Temple, so the only thing he could do was to keep moving forward.
The stormy wind that swept through the rubble was gone, and that sudden spatial wind blade was even more dense. These spatial wind blades were shadowless and without warning. To a cultivator with divine sense, it was not a great threat. But for cultivators whose divine sense could not be radiated, this threat was a constant threat to life.
Ning Cheng’s divine sense could already extend out about ten feet, and he was still very careful. Around ten feet of divine sense was not a safe distance.
After walking for another tens of miles, there was still a shattered rocky gobi beach underneath his feet, but that stormy wind had completely disappeared. Statue after statue fell across the shattered beach, and occasionally there were some half-built pillars erected seven times between these crumbling statues, looking shabby and desolate.
Just then, a harsh scream came out. In this open and unobstructed place, Ning Cheng could hear it clearly, and the voice of this miserable scream was Song Chengbo’s.
When something happened to Song Chengbo, Ning Cheng became even more alert, and he slightly shifted his direction and went in the direction of Song Chengbo’s miserable scream. If he could, he did not mind helping Song Chengbo a little.
Half a column of incense later, Ning Cheng stopped and looked at the statue in front of him, and a chill ran through him. In front of him was a statue that had lost half of its face and was stuck in the ground at a tilted angle, both feet were invisible and there was even only one arm.
In theory, Ning Cheng had seen too many of these statues, so there was no need for him to get a chill. What gave Ning Cheng a chill was not this statue, but one of the statue’s hands.
The hand of this statue was dripping with blood and there was a piece of rag hanging from the finger. It had only been a few days since Ning Cheng and Song Chengbo were separated, so he could tell at a glance that this piece of rag was from Song Chengbo’s body. It was certain that Song Chengbo’s miserable scream just now was because this statue in front of him had grabbed him.
It was a bit too bizarre for a clay statue to grab a strong man like Song Chengbo at the Celestial Realm and cause Song Chengbo to be injured.
Ning Cheng’s divine sense passed through this clay statue, and he quickly sensed that something was wrong. This statue was indeed a clay sculpture, but there were still clay veins, clay tendons and even a clay heart inside this statue’s body.
Ning Cheng had entered the starry sky to cultivate and his nerves had long been incredibly tough, but this clay statue still made his scalp tingle. As a formation master and a weapon refiner, he did not know how to refine puppets, but that did not mean he did not know how to refine puppets.
This statue was not a puppet, definitely not. He did not see any engraved formations on this statue, nor did he see any traces of refinement.
Thinking about this bizarre scenario, Ning Cheng was about to take a step back when his surroundings suddenly froze. The space he was in then seemed to no longer belong to him, as this space abruptly sunk down, and then he approached the statue’s palm, which was still stained with blood, without restriction.
“Spatial Laws ……” Ning Cheng uttered in shock, this was a tendency to cut him open.
In panic, Ning Cheng could no longer think of anything else, and the Nirvana Gun in his hand smashed down on this palm. His most powerful divine ability, the Sunset Twilight.
The collapsing space stopped in an instant, the statue palm finally did not pass through Ning Cheng’s chest, while Ning Cheng’s Nirvana Gun blasted at the statue palm in the instantaneous time of this pause.
“Boom ……” A dull cross sound came out as Ning Cheng was blasted away by the powerful repercussion force.
Seeing that he was about to hit another statue, the Nirvana Gun in Ning Cheng’s hand swept back once again, and with another impact, Ning Cheng was barely able to land on the rubble ground.
Ning Cheng gripped the Nirvana Spear in his hand tightly and was shocked in his heart. Just now, the clay sculpture compressing space to allow him to get close was not a spatial law, it was just the same as his Exhausting Fire Avatar, a spatial Avatar simulated by the use of divine abilities. If it was really a spatial divine ability, his instantaneous Sunset Twilight would not have been able to turn the tide.
What appalled Ning Cheng was not this simulated similar spatial divine ability, but this clay sculpture’s palm. His Nirvana Gun and the clay sculpture’s palm blasted together, making Ning Cheng feel clearly that this was not a clay sculpture, but a flesh body, meaning that these clay sculptures appeared to be statues, but in fact were just like humans, possessing a flesh body.