Soon, three coordinates appeared on the screen.

"We shouldn't act rashly; Master Zhishen's strength is likely much greater than we imagine."

"Moreover, he has cultivated the Golden Body Unbreakable Skill."

"Even the Asura Demon Ape may not be able to break through his Golden Body."

Ye Bai felt that in doing such things, one must be extra cautious.

The 750 Bureau, situated underground, has its own power plant to meet the massive power needs of the 750 Bureau.

However, there are many places where the light cannot reach.

Here, it is also where the Yin Qi is the most intense, and new evil spirits are most easily born.

Master Zhishen, clad in monk's robes, stood bare-chested, with nine scars on his head.

The Vajra Zen Staff beside him was stained with fresh blood.

He held a string of prayer beads in his hand, murmuring the Evil God incantation.

When light and dark intersected, one could see on Master Zhishen's back, a Divine Dragon crossed with Yin Qi emerging.

It was entirely black, roaring fiercely, as streams of Yin Qi surged from all directions, being devoured by the Divine Dragon.

Faintly, one could hear whispers of lamentation.

Passing through the creaking wooden corridor, the walls were adorned with blurry paintings, the figures' eyes vacant, as if devouring all light.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy gold door slowly opened, a chilling air permeating through its creaks.

The majestic golden door was fully opened, filled with whispers, a rich incense aroma wafting through.

The hall's interior was extremely dark, with only a few flickering candles casting a dim yellow light, illuminating various ancient artifacts scattered within.

On these ancient artifacts appeared shadowy Yin scripts,

these Yin scripts were absorbing the incense aura, beginning to devour each other.

Sounds of various beasts and spirits echoed from within the hall.

In the shadows, faint gazes projected out, sending chills down one's spine.

A massive black altar occupied the center of the hall, engraved with complex runes, seemingly carrying a kind of forbidden power.

At the four corners of the altar stood stone statues with bizarre engravings, their eyes seemingly able to follow the movement of intruders, watching their every action.

A gigantic Golden Body sat at the center of the black altar, emitting a faint golden light under the dim light of torches.

The form of the Golden Body was very similar to the Statue of the Evil God, which Master Zhishen once worshipped.

But this statue appeared more imposing, and eviler.

Surrounding it, specks of incense drifted unbidden towards the Golden Body's position.

White smoke even wrapped around the Golden Body, making it appear eerier.

Many monks were there, burning incense in worship of the Evil God, but all of their eyes had been gouged out, appearing extraordinarily hollow.

Their mouths were sewn shut with black threads, and they only performed the actions of worship.

At every moment, strands of white smoke rose from their heads, as the smoke withdrew, their bodies became more hunched.

As the saints of the Evil God, they would continue to worship until the moment their lives perished, sacrificing their souls to the Evil God.

These saints were the indescribable beings created by the Evil God—the Ghost Crying Monks.

Their eyes were gouged out by themselves with sharp blades, and their mouths were sewn shut personally.

Their ears pierced, their senses stripped away.

They were like nutrients, feeding the Divine Soul of the Statue of the Evil God to continue growing.

Master Zhishen walked step by step towards the center of the hall.

He looked down upon the Golden Body of the Evil God.

The prosperous incense aura made the Divine Dragon on Master Zhishen's back more condensed.

It depicted the essence of the Divine Dragon in a more nuanced manner.

A faint sulfuric smell lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of blood and incense, forming a suffocating atmosphere.

But Master Zhishen greatly enjoyed this aura, feeling it had significant use for his cultivation.

As Master Zhishen approached, the Golden Body suddenly emitted a strange light.

The presence of the Statue of the Evil God filled the entire hall with a sense of oppression.

Even though the Evil God was not incarnated on the Golden Body, one could still feel the tremor of malevolence and majesty.

The Golden Body flickered through the altar, casting shadows into every corner, causing those shadows to seem alive, performing bizarre dances.

At the deepest part of the room, behind a half-open door, a steep staircase was faintly visible, leading underground, disappearing into darkness.

The wall sconces on either side of the staircase were covered with bloodstains, and skulls with mouths agape.

Master Zhishen coldly gazed at the statue of the Evil God, with not a hint of reverence in his eyes.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, filled with divine luster.

He bypassed the Golden Body and walked towards the steep staircase.

As soon as he stepped onto the stairway, the skulls seemed to come alive, mouths opening and closing, releasing a clicking sound.

Within the skulls, bursts of blue Soul Fire appeared.

A piercing wail echoed from the skulls.

"Ah ah ah, save me!"

"Spare me, spare me! I don't want to be scorched by Hellfire!"

"Zhishen, how could you do this to me, to your master!"

All the skulls here seemed to have a close connection with Master Zhishen.

At the end of the passageway, was the secret chamber where Master Zhishen had initially been.

Here, there was a much smaller Statue of the Evil God.

At this moment, the eyes of the Statue of the Evil God opened.

Compared to its previous forced awakening, this time the Evil God awoke from its slumber of its own accord.

"Zhishen, why do you look so troubled?"

"Do you have something on your mind?"

The Statue of the Evil God hadn't seen Master Zhishen show such an expression for a long time.

"I just heard a piece of news."

"The Seven Stars seem to be planning an attack on the 750 Bureau."

"They appear to be targeting you, wanting to borrow your power."

Master Zhishen's words made the Statue of the Evil God laugh.

"Borrow my power?"

"That depends on whether I'm willing."

"My true form is imprisoned underground, with sixty-four Myriad Dragon Slashes inserted into my body."

"I am the ancestor of the myriad dragons, I just want to summon the Sea Eyes to submerge the world, why overturn my rule."

The Statue of the Evil God laughed coldly.

"But this is also a good opportunity."

"Zhishen, this can be seen as my hope for escape."

"My body is locked by the Myriad Dragon Slash, yet after so many years, I've still managed to escape a trace of my Divine Sense."

"But my power is connected to the Earth Vein."

"When those who founded the 750 Bureau, they didn't discover that my true form was sealed in the Earth Vein, instead, they recklessly constructed, destroying many of the Dragon-Slaying Array's layouts, this gave me a chance to escape."

"At my peak, my strength equaled a Tier Twelve powerhouse, even the faintly divine beings dared not attack me, fearing revenge."

"Zhishen, you wouldn't blame me, would you, after so many years, your strength is only Tier Seven."

The Statue of the Evil God began to manipulate Master Zhishen.

"No, no, to be able to communicate with the great Evil God and become the High Priest of the Evil God, is already a lifetime honor."

"I dare not ask for more."

Master Zhishen kneeled on the ground, expression somewhat fearful.

"Zhishen, rise, I know your loyalty."

"However, there is another issue at present that I need to discuss with you."

"To break the Myriad Dragon Slash, I need the Twenty-Eight Constellations as a sacrifice, I wonder if you are willing."

"When the time comes, you might become a traitor to the Flame Country."

"I don't know if you're willing to do this for me."

"My God, ever since I first worshipped you, I've considered you my lifelong faith."

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