Chen Ping'an led Ning Yao to a five-colored statue. This statue was around a head taller than a young man, and it had initially had three pairs of arms. Now, however, only the arm with its hand clenched into a fist and held high above its head remained, as well as the arm that was lowest and making a "handshake" gesture. The reason it could make this "handshake" gesture was because two hands of this statue had been interlocked before, so even though the other arm had already broken off, its hand was still able to remain.

This five-colored statue was that of an armored god with a large beard. His armor was impressive, with numerous scales interlocked in a flowing pattern. The perimeters of these scales were also decorated with two red threads as well as plump red beads. In terms of looks alone, the gulf between this suit of armor and Liu Xianyang's ugly suit of wart armor was like the gulf between Zhi Gui and Granny Ma.

The statue stood on top of a pitch-black stone platform, and compared to the headless statue that they had stayed under last night, this colorful statue appeared much more lively and spirited, even though it was missing several arms and had already become mottled in color. Most importantly, two of the statue's hands were interlocked in an extremely strange position near its waist.

Ning Yao immediately noticed something, and she understood why Chen Ping'an had hurriedly brought her over here. She nodded and said, "It does indeed look a bit like the standing meditation stance from the Mountain Shaking Guide. However, it's a little bit different from the Sword Furnace stance from the guide."

She pondered for a moment before asking, "Can we find its other arms nearby?"

Chen Ping'an squatted down and shook his head in pity. "I've tried to look for them before. However, I wasn't able to find anything....