Demonic Statue Of The Outer Path Novels & Stories

There in the middle of the library, shining brightly and bringing back memories when I first came here, WAS A DEMON KING SUPREME ORB.

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

But since Zector said they would understand soon, Adrian did not press the matter. They then arrived at a vast network of halls. There were outer halls, inner halls, and plenty of side halls. After a few more minutes of walking, they finally reached the inner hall. Inside lay a single towering demonic deity statue, enormous and majestic. Everyone inhaled sharply, the statue giving them an overwhelming sense of oppression. "Who is this deity? And this statue is enormous!" Everyone marveled. Suddenly, right before their eyes, Zector knelt before the statue, showing utmost respect and deference like a humble subject paying respects to his king.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Her simple black habit clung to her sweat-damp skin as she climbed the overgrown path, the heavy wool chafing against her small breasts and the sensitive skin between her thighs. She had taken a wrong turn yesterday. Instead of reaching the holy shrine, she had stumbled upon something far older. The ruined temple lay hidden in a mist-shrouded valley, its stone walls cracked and overgrown with thick vines. Massive pillars carved with writhing, inhuman shapes rose toward the sky. At the center of the crumbling sanctuary stood a towering statue — a nightmarish yet strangely beautiful god with a humanoid torso and a lower body that dissolved into a mass of thick, coiling tentacles.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Something unseen seemed to guide our steps, pulling us inexorably toward the heart of the forest. At last, we reached a hidden clearing bathed in silver moonlight. There, standing proudly, was a statue carved in the likeness of our ancestors. It radiated a strange, otherworldly power that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. Brother Yance stepped forward, his voice trembling with awe and purpose. "This statue… it holds the key to our truth, Bam. The secrets of our curse, and the way to tame the beast within you." The statue’s eyes glowed bright, and with a deep, resonant hum, it stirred to life. Its voice, ancient and commanding, echoed through the clearing. "Welcome, descendants. You see

It was a large ancient and majestic hall, but Andrius found it cold and odd. Apart from a single path leading deeper inside, only two rows of statues flanked the path. The statues looked eerie. They were lifeless, yet they appeared vividly alive. Their blood-red eyes, in particular, were like fierce beasts staring at the hall’s entrance. The path extended into the distance, and what lay at the end was unknown. However, since he was here, he had to move forward!

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ