Li Yan retracted his leaning body and looked carefully at the remaining eye of the statue.
The only remaining eye, the clenched fist arm in front of him, and the slightly bent leg formed a body posture that always made him feel that this posture was very strange.
"If the statue is not intentionally leaving some clues, why is it carved in this way? What does it mean?"
Li Yan's body floated up gently. He came to the upper side of the statue and looked over from the other side of the clenched fist.
But when he flew forward, he was stunned, because from the perspective of his position in front of the statue, the statue's posture had changed.
It no longer feels like you're looking at something through the hole in your clenched fist!
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind raced, and he looked at the empty fist carefully again.
After a while, Li Yan finally let out a breath.
"As expected, I was really misled by my previous understanding!"
Li Yan looked at the statue again at this time. The broken statue in front of him slowly became complete, and a picture emerged in his mind.
A military general, with his body slightly leaning back, his legs slightly bent, his eyes wide open, one hand swung back, and the other hand holding a sharp blade like a spear, ready to throw out immediately.
As soon as this picture appeared, the broken statue in front of me immediately became reasonable.
The biggest misunderstanding here is that Li Yan had witnessed the process of carving a stone statue before, and he did not think that there should be something in the statue's empty fist.
Because that palm was preserved very well!
The art of carving stone statues of fierce beasts such as lions, tigers, dragons, or humans and gods has a long history and has been passed down in the mortal world for countless years.
In Li Yan's small mountain village, there are people who make this kind of things and exchange them for silver.
Those stone statues are often used to protect the house and for worship. Artists in the small mountain village also take the carved stone statues to Qingshanai to sell.
When Li Yan was a child, he often went to the place where stone statues were carved in the village to play. He was always surprised that a lifeless piece of stone could turn into a frightening beast.
Therefore, I often squat on the side and observe, and I know some carving techniques.
For example, in stone statues, when a person is holding something or a beast is stepping on something, the statue's palm (claw) and the object in the hand (claw) are only processed for appearance.
Those objects and the palm (claw) are actually a whole piece of stone.
This is done in order to have a connection point, which can be used to "grab" the object in hand and prevent it from falling.
The second is that a stonemason would not spend time on useless details. Would he be asked to hollow out his five fingers and then carve something to put in there
Even after doing this, the price of the statue would not increase much. For craftsmen who make a living, they would not do so unless the owner has special requirements.
Therefore, if the object "held" in the hand of the stone statue is destroyed, there is a 99% chance that the palm (claw) of the stone statue that is firmly connected to the object will also be damaged.
At least there should be damage that is visible at first glance.
But the statue in front of him was different. The clenched fist had almost no damage except for the green moss.
Li Yan had never thought about whether the statue was holding something in its hand, and whether it was really a single sculpture.
If you look at it, it should be something like a gun or a stick.
If one wants to keep a heavy object in his hand steady and prevent it from falling, it is a piece of cake for a cultivator, just a small magic to imprison and seal it.
Therefore, once the restriction on the statue is broken, the item in its hand can be easily taken away.
Li Yan failed to realize this today. In his opinion, when he wanted to take something from the statue's hand, the hand would not be so intact.
“The weapon in the statue’s hand should be a weapon. After being taken away, it was given to some low-level physical cultivators. Apart from the fact that it cannot transmit spiritual power, it is actually more useful than ordinary magic weapons.
Could it be that the missing arm and leg were also cut off and given to the disciples, who then used them to smash people?"
Li Yan was thinking strangely in his heart, and his eyes fell on the broken hands and feet of the statue.
The statue had just lost an arm and a leg, which caused further problems in his judgment.
Otherwise, a complete statue's posture can easily be identified as a throwing posture.
At the same time, the other lost eyeball also caused Li Yan to make an incorrect judgment.
Since there was only an empty hole left in that eye, Li Yan had previously thought that that eye should be half-closed or closed, while the other one was in a "aiming" state.
If he saw two eyes as big as copper bells looking upwards, he would naturally not think that the other party was "aiming" at the distance through his empty fists.
Li Yan couldn't help but touch his nose, remembering how he had previously stretched his head in front of the statue's empty fist and "aimed" forward.
"I really miscalculated this time!"
Li Yan has always been a man of great thoughts, but he is also very prone to all kinds of suspicions. As long as he thinks there is a possibility, he will try every possible means to guess it.
Now that Li Yan has imagined the original appearance of the statue, he still cannot think of any connection between it and the Desolate Moon Continent.
“This is a military commander. Is this posture carved just to highlight his bravery
If he is a member of the "Xian Xun lineage", he must have been born in the military before cultivating immortality. But once he embarks on the immortal path, all his previous bravery will be nothing but a joke.
Carving this kind of statue here, other than preserving a memory, does not demonstrate any of his strength."
Li Yan was thinking about the meaning of the statue.
Whether it is a painting or a piece of calligraphy, it has its meaning. This statue should be no exception. It is impossible to be carved without meaning.
Since the statue was missing an arm, a leg, and an eye, the images in Li Yan's mind kept changing. He thought about various possibilities, especially those related to "seeking immortals". If there were any other mechanisms in the statue, Li Yan didn't think he would have any chance of discovering them. Even a Divine Transformation cultivator had been here before.
No one has discovered the hidden formation restrictions, so don't think about it that way.
Time passed by so quickly, and only the sound of gurgling water at the bottom of the dark cliff reminded people that time would never stop.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Yan shook his head helplessly and gently pinched his swollen and painful brows with two fingers.
"'Searching for the Immortal Lineage', haha, if I had known more about my Master Ji's past, perhaps I would have gained something today."
He looked up at the dim light pouring down from above.
"Forget it, let's go back. It's time to return!"
With just this thought, Li Yanren had already taken off into the air. Just as he was about to fly to the cliff, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the statue.
That is a lost mentality of returning empty-handed.
Looking back from his angle, he could still see half of the statue's body, one leg half-bent, and the empty fisted hand facing the statue's face. It looked like the statue was "aiming" at one place and looking at something.
"It's hard to exert force with this throwing posture!"
As a cultivator who practiced both magic and body, Li Yan had this thought instinctively. He certainly knew what arm posture could best unleash power.
As soon as this thought arose in his mind, his flying body suddenly stopped and a flash of lightning flashed through his mind.
"No, I think I've seen this weird posture somewhere before."
Li Yan actually stopped in mid-air for a moment and instantly fell into deep thought.
The memory of monks is very strong, but they have experienced more things and read countless jade slips and classics.
If you want to search for a flash of inspiration from your vast memory, and it is just a vague impression, you really need to think hard.
About a cup of tea later, Li Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment, his sudden spiritual consciousness communicated with the "earth spots" on his wrist.
In the "Earth Spot", Zhao Min was still sitting cross-legged on the grass at the foot of the mountain. In front of her was a river flowing slowly, day and night.
With the help of refining the best elixir, her breath was almost restored.
Burning the essence and blood. If an ordinary cultivator burns several percent of his essence and blood, it will take more than a hundred years to recover just by meditation and hard practice.
How could a behemoth like the "Holy Demon Palace", a giant of a continent, not provide its core disciples with elixirs that could quickly restore their essence and blood, especially someone with Zhao Min's identity
In less than twenty days, she had almost recovered.
This is the benefit of having excellent cultivation resources. It is extremely normal for a cultivator to wipe out an entire family or clan for a little bit of top-level resources.
Above the halfway point of the mountain behind Zhao Min, thick fog had already enveloped the mountain, layer upon layer, covering half of the sky.
The mountain is covered in frost and rock, with a thick layer of ice covering it. An ice force that is sometimes strong and sometimes weak is constantly flowing in and out.
After Li Yan's consciousness entered, he did not disturb them, but went straight to an isolated area that only he could reach...
Outside, there was a sudden flash of light in Li Yan's hand, and then something appeared in his palm.
It was a broken pottery jar with a gap on the mouth that occupied 30% of the entire size of the jar.
Li Yan placed the broken pottery jar in front of him. He saw the three brown patterns on the jar at a glance, and then his eyes quickly fixed on them.
The first one shows a little man holding a spear-like weapon in one hand, with the other hand resting on one leg, and the body bent forward, as if he wants to throw the spear.
The second figure has empty hands, as if the spear-like weapon has been thrown away by him. His hands are raised above his head and one leg is bent off the ground, as if he is about to run, or perhaps he is praying.
In the last picture, the spear-like weapon appears again, and the little man holds the rear end with both hands, as if he is going to thrust it upwards or insert it.
But at this moment, the pattern on the front end of the spear-shaped long weapon has disappeared. That is where the pottery jar was damaged, and the full picture cannot be seen because of the break.
At this moment, Li Yan's eyes were fixed on the first picture, which showed the pattern of the spear that the little man was about to throw.
Yes, it was this picture and this posture. When he first saw it, he felt extremely awkward. It was a feeling that he simply couldn't use his full strength.
One of the little man's hands was also facing his face, holding a spear-like weapon.
When Li Yan turned his head to look at the statue below, the missing arm and leg had been completely restored in his eyes.
"Oh? This is such a coincidence. Could it be that among the many dead ancient cultivators in the ancient tomb, there was a strong man from the 'Soul Prison Clan'?"
Li Yan turned around and fell down quickly, holding a broken pottery jar in his hand, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.
This broken pottery jar was obtained in the Lost Continent.
At that time, Li Yan pretended to be a young cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage. This thing was exactly what was found in the ancient tomb in the back mountain of the Fengtao family.
There was a pool of blood in the ancient tomb at that time, but Li Yan did not move, but found this thing in a corner.
Li Yan had carefully examined this thing more than once, but he only sensed a faint fluctuation of soul power in the broken pottery jar.
After that, no matter how he used his spiritual power and divine sense to investigate, he found nothing else.