This small Amber Jade Statue, if it still had its Spiritual Nature and its own Mana... it could be said to be the world god of this crumbling world.
If it were still alive, even a cultivator one or two cultivation levels higher than It would have a hard time upon entering.
Because to oppose It would be akin to making an enemy of the entire world.
But now, It had become an Amber Jade Statue—perhaps the material was not simply amber jade, but that no longer mattered.
What mattered most was... Song He didn't feel much resentment emanating from It, and Its auspicious reclining posture also seemed quite natural.
As if It had chosen this state, to peacefully fall into slumber.
There was no sense of being forced or compelled.
"Strange."
After hesitating, Song He decided to take out the Amber Jade Statue.
