89. Trampling the Mutant Idol
The mutated deity statue was extraordinary from the start. Even before the world’s cataclysmic changes, it was already a revered god in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. At that time, the Golden Peak Heavenly Lantern had yet to be created. The mutated statue was a bona fide true god, a supreme deity!
Now, its mind was clear. Though corrupted, it had not descended into madness. Chen Huangpi was about to venture into the deepest part of the Tomb of the Gods. How could the statue allow him to be disappointed?
With an eruption of black and white radiance, a passageway was blasted open from the pit, carving a path directly to the tomb’s deepest chamber.
Inside the burial chamber, the sudden turn of events caused the disasters and calamities present, including the Yellow Scourge, to exchange uneasy glances. They had come specifically for this third level of the Tomb of the Gods. Now that the mutated statue had forcibly connected the chamber to the outside world, it meant more malevolent entities would pour in. Though the chamber was vast, it could not contain so many evil beings.
Opportunities were plentiful, but who would willingly share their spoils? They had to stop these intruders!
The disasters exchanged silent nods and immediately decided: “Attack!”
The tomb’s previous master, who also feasted on evil entities, suddenly hurled the tombstone he carried on his back into the breach, trying to block the entrance. The other disasters unleashed various methods to stop the statue’s advance.
“Who dares block him?!” The mutated statue roared, the black and white light intensifying wildly from its mouth. No matter what the disasters tried, all were powerless under the statue’s radiant onslaught. Even the tombstone was shattered into dust on the spot.
The statue suddenly turned to Chen Huangpi, extending a massive arm and opening its palm upward. “Climb up! I’ll lead you through!”
Without hesitation, Chen Huangpi leapt onto the statue’s palm. The statue raised its arm high and gently placed him atop its head. Seemingly aware that Chen might be uncomfortable, the fleshy tumors on its crown writhed and flattened, creating a broad platform.
Having done this, the statue swung its fists and strode forward with colossal steps. The relentless black-and-white light surged as it charged down the newly forged passageway.
“Go! Follow it inside!” Wang Ming commanded. The shadowy evil spirit—Uncle Yang—immediately swept him along behind the statue. The countless malevolent gods in the pit were not dead yet. Staying here meant certain death. Better to follow and cling to a sliver of hope.
The other evils echoed this resolve.
“King Huangpi has truly come to save us!”
“He’s a good evil!”
“With King Huangpi here, the skies clear!”
“Charge!”
Hearing those rallying cries, both the Bronze Oil Lantern and the Death-seeking Ghost were dumbfounded.
“Chen Huangpi, do you really think those foolish evils consider you their leader?”
“The contract master is merely wearing my skin, pretending to be an evil spirit. If his true form were revealed, they would never treat him this way.”
Unlike the Bronze Oil Lantern, the Death-seeking Ghost remained calm throughout. Evil spirits were evil spirits, even if some were considered better or worse. That was only a distinction among their kind.
If Chen Huangpi shed this disguise, the evils would immediately turn hostile, seeking to kill and devour him.
Yet Chen Huangpi paid no heed to their murmurs. Standing atop the mutated deity, he felt an indescribable exhilaration and relief.
Since entering the Tomb of the Gods, the journey had been perilous. Though many formidable evils existed, none surpassed the terror of Mangshan Lord or the Calamity Eye.
Even a nascent Calamity was stronger than the disasters.
Chen Huangpi knew that while he could still wreak havoc among the disasters, he would be no match for a Calamity.
If the Ruyi Bodhisattva hadn’t recklessly provoked it, even with the black smoke chasing to strike it down, things wouldn’t have come to this.
Now, standing on the mutated deity, resplendent and powerful, he felt supreme joy.
A few disasters blocked the entrance to the burial chamber. Chen Huangpi glanced down—it was the same group that had stirred trouble between him and the tomb’s master outside the tomb.
“King Huangpi!” The disasters’ faces shifted.
“Did you call him that?”
Chen Huangpi commanded the mutated statue, “Teach them a harsh lesson for me!”
“As you wish!” The statue sneered. The disasters felt their scalps tingle; before they could retreat, a brilliant nine-colored divine light surged onto them.
Unable to dodge, their eyes clouded with confusion.
“Die!” The statue roared, swinging its fists with the force of a crashing meteor.
Boom!
The disasters were instantly pulverized.
Without pause, the statue took three strides to the passage entrance. Bending down, it peered inside.
Some reckless disasters still tried to block the way, but behind them, the Yellow Scourge—the loudest before—had quietly slipped behind their backs. Mangshan Lord and the concealed Calamity Eye had yet to make a move.
Seeing this, the disasters realized the battle was lost; none dared oppose further.
Chen Huangpi’s gaze was sharp as a blade, sweeping below. Wherever he looked—disasters or Mangshan Lord—they could only look up to meet his eyes.
More precisely, they faced the gaze of the mutated deity beneath his feet.
“Whoever blocks him, I shall kill,” the statue declared coldly, speaking in the first person. It truly seemed like a lofty god.
The Yellow Scourge gritted its teeth. “Great evil god, why do you go to such lengths to help Chen Huangpi? What do you gain?”
At this point, Yellow Scourge no longer hid Chen Huangpi’s identity.
The statue glanced at it indifferently, unwilling to say more. It was a flawed product of a failed apotheosis. If not for Yellow Scourge tricking the Calamity Eye into opening the tomb entrance, it wouldn’t have bothered to spare a glance.
Ignoring it was the greatest insult.
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