Chapter 2067: Chapter 2064: Entering the War God’s Path
When Ling Feng approached the War God Statue, an eagle cry sounded from outside, followed by an intense pressure suddenly bearing down on Ling Feng and Feng Qiu.
Feng Qiu’s body softened and collapsed to the ground, but Ling Feng bit his lip, straightened his back, and stared beyond the hall door.
A towering figure appeared before them, with the aura and pressure akin to that of the Great Sculpture.
"Could this person be that Great Sculpture?" Ling Feng squinted his eyes, noticing that the man’s hand was clutching two middle-aged men.
"You’re awake? Seems like you woke up quite quickly!" The man said as he tossed the two middle-aged men onto the ground.
With a thud, the two middle-aged men awoke from their coma, their eyes filled with confusion and a hint of terror.
"Alright, let me introduce myself!" The towering man said indifferently: "I am the Guardian of the Hall of the War God, you may call me Sculpture Guardian!"
Ling Feng and the others looked at the Sculpture Guardian without speaking.
The Sculpture Guardian continued, "I’ve invited you here, surely you’re aware now, I want you to enter the War God’s Path, to pass its trials!"
"I want to enter the Path to the Space-Time Demon God, I won’t enter the War God’s Path!" said one of the middle-aged men who was just caught, gritting his teeth: "The divine status in the Hall of the War God is damaged, you think we don’t know? Even if we risk passing the War God’s Path, the divine status obtained would be incomplete."
The Sculpture Guardian tilted his head: "You don’t want to enter the War God’s Path?"
"Of course not! I aim to become the Space-Time Demon God, how can I enter the War God’s Path?" the middle-aged man arrogantly replied.
"And the rest of you? Do you share his thoughts?" the Sculpture Guardian asked the others, indifferently.
Feng Qiu rubbed his nose: "I don’t want to enter any Path to Godhood, but I feel this matter is beyond my control now!"
Another man cautiously said: "Actually, I’m okay with anything, I’m just hiding from enemies chasing me..."
The Sculpture Guardian looked at Ling Feng, who smiled slightly: "I’m rather interested in the Hall of the War God!"
"Oh? Why?" Sculpture Guardian unexpectedly asked Ling Feng.
Ling Feng said lightly: "I heard that back then, the War God refused to accept failure, took half of the divine status away for revenge, and remains missing to this day, causing the lack of divine status—is that true?"
"Correct, that’s indeed the case!" the Sculpture Guardian replied.
Ling Feng nodded, looking again at the War God Statue with longing in his eyes: "What an indomitable will it must have taken to reach that point. Though I’m unsure what truly occurred, I doubt other gods could achieve such a feat!"
In fact, ever since Ling Feng heard this rumor from Feng Qiu, he felt a mysterious connection to the War God, seeing him as a lone warrior who wouldn’t concede even in defeat.
"So among you four, only you refuse to enter the War God’s Path?" the Sculpture Guardian looked at the first man who spoke.
The man snorted coldly: "That’s right, I refuse. You better release me, I won’t enter the War God’s Path!"
"What a pity!" the Sculpture Guardian muttered: "At least four people are needed to initiate the War God’s Path. Since you refuse... then you’ll have to die!"
With that, the Sculpture Guardian waved his hand, instantly enveloping the man in a blazing whirlwind, and moments later, the man turned to ash, disappearing mid-air.
"Wait a moment, I must find another person; otherwise, the War God’s Path cannot be activated!" the Sculpture Guardian smiled at Ling Feng and the other two, then turned and left.
Ling Feng and the other two shivered at this scene, realizing the harsh consequence for disagreement.
"This is too dangerous!" Feng Qiu murmured to himself.
Ling Feng glanced at the somewhat dazed two individuals, then quietly sat aside, regulating his breath. Ling Feng had anticipated the outcome of the first man; since the Sculpture Guardian had brought them here, it was improbable they’d be returned unscathed.
Within an hour, the Sculpture Guardian returned, bringing another, relatively young person.
"You four are gathered, the War God’s Path can now be initiated!" The Sculpture Guardian said to Ling Feng and the others: "Before then, I need to clarify some matters!"
"You are elite warriors from various planes, each with a chance to obtain divine status and godhood. But be aware, the Path to Godhood is fraught with danger; one careless move could result in your doom!" The Sculpture Guardian warned, "Given the lack of the War God’s Divine Status, I’ll provide you this information for free."
"To gain the War God’s Divine Status, you must understand what the War God is and represents! Though not the strongest among the Twelve Celestial Gods, the War God is certainly the most formidable to provoke!"
"Enough said, your fates lie in your own hands now!"
As he spoke, the Sculpture Guardian approached the War God Statue, casting two beams of light from his eyes, which fell upon the statue. The statue let out a roar.
This roar carried defiance and fury, as well as an unmatchable powerful aura, instantly oppressing Ling Feng and the others.
Boom! A loud noise resonated, revealing a grand and ancient door within the Hall of the War God.
With a creak, the door opened, a powerful suction force emanating from it, leaving Ling Feng and the others no time to react before being drawn in.
The door slowly closed, and the Sculpture Guardian breathed a sigh of relief, muttering to himself: "War God, when will you return? I wonder when a new War God will emerge!"
As Ling Feng and the others were pulled inside, it was as if entering different spaces; when Ling Feng regained his senses, he realized no one else was around him.
Before him lay a world awash in blood, with a blood-red sky, land, and even the air heavy with Blood Qi.
"What kind of place is this?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, doubt filling his eyes.
"This..." As he raised his hand, Ling Feng discovered his arm was covered in thick fur, and his claws resembled those of a beast.
"What’s happening?" Ling Feng was shocked as a flood of memories surged into his mind.
