Before Anthony could weigh his choices properly, he noticed the corpse soldiers getting even closer.

"Whatever, I will just take the chance. Death is death no matter the method it was delivered with." He muttered and quickly opened the mighty doors.

Without wasting time, he darted in and pushed the heavy wooden doors shut.

"This won't do. With the sheer number of those corpse soldiers rushing towards this place, they will be able to push it open. In terms of raw strength, I'm no match for them."

He quickly began to look around with a sense of urgency, searching for a way to buff up the door to ensure that it would hold against the assault of the corpse soldiers which was most definitely going to come.

"Will I have to push it with merely the strength of my arms?" Anthony whispered in dismay as he realized that there was no heavy stone around.

His eyes suddenly caught sight of the door which he just pushed back. The door had a powerful lock at the door and had five locks. Three of the locks were metallic, the top most, the middle one and the last one. The locks were carefully and thoughtfully fixed to survive an attack from normal people. But it was definitely not enough to keep powerful cultivators away. They can just blast everything to smithereens, rendering the lock useless. Unless there was a powerful formation that could keep such powerful people out.

Anthony quickly climbed the door with the aid of the metallic protrusions at certain points, and managed to fasten the first one. He could already hear the sounds of the corpse soldiers' growls and sluggish footsteps, showing that they were already very close to his current location.

He locked the remaining metallic bolts, grabbed a discarded log, and rushed towards the door. He quickly lifted it and slipped it into the hole meant for the wooden barricades. Another piece of wood followed, completing the five locks on the door.

The first bang landed on the door followed by a 'heh' sound, then came the growls and gurgles. Anthony sighed in relief and collapsed to the floor, watching the door intently. The door began to shake, making his eyes widen. Anthony stood up in alarm. At this rate, the door won't hold long at all.

He looked around the hall; there was a statue of a man dressed in white with a longsword in his right hand, and a stick of peach blossom flower on his left. He looked so handsome, and young. His fingers were long and beautiful, almost delicate like that of a woman, but with a hidden strength in them. It looked like his hands were hiding lots of lethal strength and dominance beneath their ethereal beauty. He was tall—a little taller than Anthony.

"So beautiful." Anthony whispered, unable to take his eyes away from the statue.

"He looks delicate, but powerful. His body is loaded with core strength, which increased his speed and agility to a frightening level."

Even though the hall was messed up like all other abandoned places, the statue was very immaculate and clean, totally untouched by the winds of time. The area around it was stellar, unlike the others which were coated with layers of dust.

"This statue is not ordinary, he looks upright and fair. Even though he's not smiling, and his eyes are cold with a posture steeped in arrogance, he doesn't look evil at all. A little strict, but with kindness hidden beneath his cold exterior. His boots are white, his hair is dark and long, his clothes are white without blemish and were designed with golden threads. Even his belt and boot are white with little designs of gold. His sword is made of whitish metal, and the hilt has designs of gold. On closer look, his sword seems to be reflecting the moon and a tiny snowflake rests at the tip of his sword in a falling motion, as if he just sliced the snowflake. Everything is white with undertones of gold, except for his cognac colored eyes, beautifully shaped black brows, and hair. He's obviously somebody obsessed with cleanliness. The attention to detail is amazing, everything was depicted to the point of perfection. Not even the tiniest bit was omitted. Did he create this statue himself? Or perhaps his lover did? This doesn't even look like a statue anymore, it looks so lifelike. If not because he was stuck in that same slashing motion, one would think he's a warrior in the middle of putting on a show for his beloved. This is definitely in honor of a memory. And the person who made this statue imbibed it with either spiritual or divine power. Otherwise, why wasn't this altar affected by time? Besides, even after the golden sun sect paid their ill fated visit, this place was still left safe and intact. This young man is quite handsome, as cold as ice and as pure as snow. He cannot be a mortal."

The moment Anthony completed his analysis of the statue, his eyes finally left it and continued looking around. A loud bang on the door reminded him of the reason he came there in the first place. Soon, the bangs and growls multiplied, making it obvious that the corpse soldiers were hell bent on breaking open the door.

Anthony quickly grabbed the huge golden table before the statue, obviously used for offering sacrifices and incense to it, trying to pull it away. Before he could move it three inches, a golden light came from the statue, pulling the table back to its initial position.

Anthony almost had a heart attack as the memory of the dancing statue he barely escaped from hours ago flashed before his eyes. However, the one before him doesn't seem to have any intention of attacking him. The same golden light left the altar and flashed at a dark corner of the temple.

At once, all the lights in the temple/ hall were illuminated, not just the one at the altar. The golden light dragged forth some items, placing them a little distance from the door. They were heavy metallic tables and cabinets used to store some items.

Anthony turned to the statue and offered it a little bow while smiling.

"What a nice god! He even offered me items to barricade the door. Does this mean he doesn't mind the fact I'm taking shelter in his temple and even helped me stay safe from those things? Good! Good! Um, senior, thanks for your help." He said, directing the last sentence at the statue.

He quickly began to pull the items to the door, stacking them against each other while focusing on the middle to reinforce the lock. He had just stacked the last table when the golden light flashed again, pulling two more cabinets to the door. This time, they were not left for Anthony. Each of the cabinets were placed on either side of the door, blocking the little spaces where the hinges joined it to the walls. In that way, the corpse soldiers won't be able to break it from the side either.

Anthony turned to the statue with a smile.

"Thank you senior, it was my oversight."

He walked around the hall, realizing that there were other doors and windows joining it to the rest of the building. The hall where the statue was located was the first part of the building, and further behind were numerous spaces used for a host of other things. He quickly locked all the doors and windows leading to other parts of the house. At least, none of the corpses would enter from the back. And the corpses bodies were so sluggish and rigid that scaling the high windows to get to him was simply impossible, unless something special happened. Also, if any existence breaks in, he would be able to hear the sounds of the doors and windows being splintered. It was a well thought out action.

Once this was done, he returned to the main area and sat with his back to the entrance, watching the statue, while intermittently looking around him for any peculiarities. He thought he saw something behind the statue and rose to his feet.

The noises coming from the corpse soldiers locked outside were no longer bothersome to him and were easily ignored like a case of a barking dog with no teeth to bite.

Anthony walked back to the altar and reached out a hand to touch the belly of the statue. His fingers moved up and he immediately frowned. Beneath the clothes were carefully outlined lean eight pack abs. How could a sculpted structure, a mere work of art, have so many details? If one just looked at it, it would be impossible to notice the figure beneath, but after touching it, it seemed as if it was a living entity with every muscle accounted for. His eyes moved down to the statue's waist region, and he strongly suspected that if he touched his groin, his manhood would be present with the exact length and diameter of the original thing. However, Anthony was too disgusted to try such nonsense. How could he touch his fellow man's groin region even if it was a statue? Especially when there's a possibility that it was truly there. If there were abs, there would be manhood too, right?

Anthony's eyes met that figure again, making him abandon the statue and turn towards the area where he thought he saw it.

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