Rustling down like flowing sand, the dust from the great hall's black sculpture fell, and in a blink of an eye, the black sculpture came to life.
Boom!
With slightly bent legs, a five-meter-tall pig-headed monster, its body rippling with muscles and covered in a stone-black sheen, appeared atop the great hall. Its landing created a shallow crater in the floor, sweeping the entire area with a ferocious aura.
A strange, evil wind suddenly arose in the hall, toppling all the decorations—oil lamps, glazed cups, screens—and they rolled around on the ground clattering.
A gaze filled with intense malice swept across the room, finally settling on Yi Chen as a loud and covetous voice echoed throughout:
"Was it you, you little insect, who disturbed Buddha's slumber and destroyed my altar?"
"Such… such a powerful body, I quite fancy your flesh and blood, Namo Amitabha!"
