The bronze statue’s eyes ignited with mes, and the hand holding the ax tightened slightly. At the
same time, an angry voice echoed in Nash’s mind, “Kid, if I were still alive, a breath from me would
disperse you into the winds in an instant!”
Nash put his hands in his pockets and coldly snorted. “Anyone can act tough. If you’re so capable, why
don’t youe back to life?”
“Ahh, you infuriate me!” White smoke came shooting out from the statue’s nostrils due to anger.
Lazarus approached at that moment. The mes in the bronze statue’s eyes gradually extinguished as
he arrived. Lazarus knelt before the bronze statue and bowed, “I, a descendant of the Woods, a
Warlock n, pay my respects to the Great Shaman!”
A white light emanated from between the bronze statue’s brows, enveloping Lazarus. In the next
moment, a faint golden light emanated from his body.
The voice of the bronze statue echoed throughout the undergrou pce, “Your bloodline is sufficiently
pure. You just barely qualify receive my inheritance!”
With those words, the white light between the bronze statue’s brows brightened. An invisible force took
control of Lazarus, bringing him to his feet before a mysterious dance took over him.
During the bizarre dance, two shadow-like phantoms appeared beside Lazarus, mirroring his
movements. They moved in sync, gradually drawing closer to one another until they merged into one.
Half an hour passed before Lazarus finally stopped the strange dance. Suddenly, the head of the
bronze statue cracked open. It turned into smaller stones that scattered on the ground.
Nash activated his Third Eye to observe Lazarus.
His spirit and soul… Would he go insane like how Thibault did?
Several more minutes passed before Lazarus finally opened his eyes. He came up to Nash excitedly
and eximed, “Master, I’ve mastered 36 advanced witchcraft techniques!”
Nash was puzzled. “You gained an extra presence. Why haven’t you turned crazy?”
Lazarusughed bitterly. “The extra presence is called the Warlock Form, and it’s simr to what you
develop in the Profound Reality Realm of your ancient martial arts.”
Nash’s pupils slightly contracted. “So, are you as powerful as someone in the Profound Oriental Realm
now?”
Lazarus shook his head with a smile. “The Warlock Soul can only b used tomunicate with the
power of heaven and earth to perform high-level witchcraft techniques. However, the process is
extremely cumbersome.
“They’re simr to rituals performed by Path takers. If I tried to use them in battle, I’d probably perish
before I could even get the first step of the dance going.”
Dances were synonymous with ancient Warlock ns. Theymunicated with heaven and earth
through dance. Therefore, most witchcraft required dances to be performed topletion.
“I recall Zavtin is also a warlock. Why is hisbat power so overwhelming?”
Lazarus searched through the knowledge he inherited in his mind for a moment and then answered,
“Zavtin is a battle warlock. They are rare as they require both Soul and Form simultaneously.”
Nash asked nothing and took Lazarus to explore the entire underground pce.
In the main burial chamber was a coffin with inscriptions indicating it belonged to Arteria of Churog, a
renowned archer. However, they found no records rted to the bronze statue or Zavtin.
When they returned to the surface, it was already afternoon. Everett and the others immediately
surrounded them, bombarding them with questions. Shannon scrutinized their pockets and clothes,
almost wanting to frisk them.
“Lazarus is a warlock. He obtained the warlock’s legacy through the bronze statue, but unfortunately,
the bronze statue was destroyed.”
Everett’s brows furrowed instantly. “That’s a cultural relic! If excavated, it would’ve been a national
treasure!”
Nash gave Everett a disdainful nce. “The bronze statue is in the burial chamber. You lot can forget
ever getting to it in your entire life.”
“We can give up on the excavation as long as we get to protect it.”
“Hey, old man, aren’t you being too full of yourself now that you’ve had your fill? How dare you talk to
my grandmaster like that?”
As rolled up his sleeves angrily as if he were ready to fight.
Everett’s emotions began to spiral out of control. “What, you want to fight?”
Several students immediately surrounded them, and As’ expression darkened. “You old fart, you
really think I won’t hit you?” he threatened. This old man refused to back down even after Nash had
given a reasonable exnation. If he were so capable, he ought to go down himself.
“That’s enough!”
Anders suddenly-approached with a satellite phone. “I’ve exined the situation to the dean. Listen to
what he has to say!”
Everett took the phone and listened. “Dean…”
“Professor Holmes, you aren’t to disrespect Master Nash!”
“Dean, they damaged a bronze statue that could’ve been a national treasure!”
“Master Nash has already exined the situation. That statue contained an inheritance for warlocks,
and a descendant of a Warlock n had obtained it through the statue. This is a good thing!”
“But-”
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“Enough. You’re not young anymore. Why are you unable to see the greater picture? Hurry up and
excavate the ancient tomb, then retire and enjoy your old age!”.