Zhao Ya had always been curious about the divine statues worshipped by the tribes in the wilderness jungle.
He wanted to know if the will contained within was as chaotic and disordered as that of the Cliff Dragon Painting, despite its power.
Moreover, the will within the Cliff Dragon Painting accumulated over thousands of years from the martial masters of the Azure Dragon Temple.
The tribes worshipping these statues clearly didn’t have the height of the Azure Dragon Temple, so what kind of will would they produce?
Especially since the Python God Sect actually made a clone to accept the worship of ordinary people.
This only made Zhao Ya more curious.
This was the real reason he followed along.
Approaching the shrine, Zhao Ya concealed the aura of true power within his body and reached out gently.
In an instant, an extremely cold aura invaded his body through his fingertips.
Where it went, it seemed even his Qi Blood would freeze.
Zhao Ya did not block it and instead remained interested, allowing it to continue and attentively feeling this aura.
It was a cold and sticky aura, akin to the breath of a blind snake lurking in dark caves.
Similar to the aura felt when battling Wu Bao’Er, but subtly different.
This aura was more sinister, with a hint of worldly fireworks.
At this moment, the aura had reached near the Dantian along the meridians.
But just then, the Cyan Dragon True Power dormant in the Dantian suddenly surged forth.
The aura seemed to sense danger, rapidly retreating, trying to exit Zhao Ya’s body.
But the disparity in strength was simply too great.
So within the blink of an eye, this aura was completely devoured by the powerful Cyan Dragon True Power.
Not only that, the Cyan Dragon True Power followed the meridians to the fingertips, then charged out directly.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the snake-headed, human-bodied, extremely strange statue cracked and disintegrated into dust in the air.
Zhao Ya stepped back, then noticed his inner true power had faintly enhanced.
Although the enhancement was not large, it was indeed stronger.
Could it be related to the devoured aura?
Thinking this, Zhao Ya couldn’t help but feel amused.
How did it suddenly seem like he was walking the old path of Jingping Saint?
But Zhao Ya knew it was only similar in appearance.
In fact, the path he took was entirely different from Jingping Saint.
Jingping Saint relied on his own research to forcibly devour the will within these statues, attempting to integrate them.
The result was evident; he failed.
And failed miserably.
Actually, Zhao Ya had always thought, even if he hadn’t stopped it back then, and Jingping Saint did defeat Guan Xuejiang and others, and devoured the will in the Cliff Dragon Painting.
He would still die.
Because the human body has its limits; forcefully accommodating so many divine wills with the flesh, even if not wrecked by the wills, would eventually burst.
He was different.
His true power was cultivated bit by bit by himself.
Especially after merging Azure Dragon True Power and Star-devouring True Power, Zhao Ya’s control over himself ascended to another level.
So the Cyan Dragon True Power’s devouring of the aura from the Python God Statue now seemed to be a complete suppression from a superior being over an inferior one.
After all, in terms of essence, as Cyan Dragon Star from the heavens, Cyan Dragon True Power was much higher than a grass python on the ground.
In other words, if he were to devour the true form of the Python God Statue, would his strength increase further?
This seemed like a plan!
Zhao Ya noted this secretly, planning to visit the wilderness jungle after returning from Wuyang Sea.
The statue was destroyed, and those cult followers either died or fled, so Zhao Ya lazily ignored chasing after such small fry and returned to the lamb restaurant.
Jing Rou had already eaten her fill and was sitting on a chair picking her teeth with a toothpick.
Seeing Zhao Ya return, Jing Rou grinned.
"Resolved?"
"Hmm!"
"Continue the journey?"
"Continue the journey!"
The bill had already been settled, and Jing Rou picked up her bundle and stood up.
But as they were leaving the small town, Jing Rou suddenly pulled out a round, black object from her bosom and threw it directly into the small temple.
"Let’s go!"
Jing Rou quickened her pace.
Zhao Ya leaped out tens of yards.
Boom!
Only a loud explosion was heard, and the small temple was instantly flattened.
It’s unclear how Jing Rou did it, but the explosive power was controlled with uncanny precision.
Only blew the small temple into rubble!
The nearby homes had roofs quivering, but were otherwise unharmed.
"Amazing!" Zhao Ya gave Jing Rou a thumbs up.
Jing Rou smiled smugly, "You’re too kind, just a skill for earning a meal, nothing much."
This Python God Sect stronghold was thoroughly destroyed.
Subsequently, Zhao Ya and Jing Rou didn’t delay and set off again.
But in the afternoon, Jing Rou was much calmer.
No longer daring to compete with Zhao Ya in foot speed, but ran at a steady pace.
Thus, in an entire afternoon, aside from occasionally resting for a drink, they ran a full eight hundred miles.
In one day, they traversed over a thousand miles.
This speed was truly remarkable.
After all, martial artists are human too; even if their body technique speed is fast, it’s only a burst of effort.
No one can maintain a burst state for a whole journey.
So when martial artists travel long distances, their speed is generally around five to six hundred miles a day.