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.
